“She had fake pepperonis all over her face, and she was still the most beautiful person in the room. She rearranged everything in my body when she ran into me. Again, literally and figuratively.” His voice is quiet, eyes on Tai, but I can feel his awareness of me like a tether between us. One corner of his mouth picks up as he takes a bite of cake. “Mmm. This one’s my favorite.” Tai beams. “I’m so glad you love it. I have a bias toward peaches.” “Me, too,” Eli says with a brilliant smile. “That wa— it’s my nickname for Georgia. Peach. I called her that the night we met, and she called me
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