In any other situation, it would be a very different situation. And once I’d thought that, I couldn’t unthink it. And if I was reading the room right—Charlie, suddenly, wasn’t not thinking about that, either. Questions started twinkling in my brain like stars. Did the room just go very still? Did my scraped knee just stop stinging? Was having our faces this close together causing some kind of chemical reaction in my body? And, maybe most important: Did Charlie Yates have the thickest, lushest eyelashes I’d ever seen on a man? How had I never noticed those before? Wait— What was I thinking
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