“What does it look like I’m doing, Bry?” I flinched at the nickname. “We’ve been doing this dance for years. All those days we spent together at the foster home. You could have gone to your friends, but you chose me. I could read between the lines. If it wasn’t for Adelaide, we would have been together long ago, me, you and…what are you waiting for?” “No, no, no,” I chanted, tugging on my curls. I must be the stupidest person alive. “We were just friends,” I insisted, and Nicole tilted her head with a determined frown. She propped herself on the bed and I turned to grip the door frame, my
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