“I don’t think I’ve heard you laugh since high school.” She seems to speak to herself. The comment surprises me. “Keeping tabs on me since back then, huh?” Her cheeks turn pink. “No.” My body buzzes from the thought. “Are you sure about that?” “You know, not everyone at Wisteria High was obsessed with you.” Her cheeks morph from a rosy hue to crimson. “It’s okay if you had a crush on me.” According to Dahlia and Lily, most of the school did. “You weren’t my type.” “I was everyone’s type,” I tease, loving the way a flush spreads to her neck. “First, you laughed, and now you’re making jokes? Who
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