“You always do that.” I chuckled. “You must have kissed every freckle I have by now.” “I’ve kissed 178 of your freckles. You have 2,703. So by my calculation, that’s only a little over 6.5%.” My head shot up. “What?” He blinked in confusion at my response. “I’ve only kissed 6.5% of your freckles.” My eyes widened as I tried to understand the absurdity of what he was saying. “You know how many freckles I have? And you’re keeping track of all the ones you’ve kissed?” “Yes.” His gaze clouded. His throat bobbing with nerves. “That’s weird, isn’t it?” “When did you find time to count them?” “Mostly
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