“So, Josiah Haven.” She met my gaze in the mirror and lifted her eyebrows. “What do you think of him?” I felt a tiny bit of panic rise from the pit of my stomach into my throat. What should I say? “He’s… nice?” “You think so? That’s not what most people say about him.” “Actually, I’m a little bit scared of him. But also not. I don’t know how to explain it. Wait, he’s not the cute boy you liked who never noticed you, is he?” “Oh no. Definitely not. I grew up with the Havens, I knew better than to crush on Josiah.”
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