If I were alone in my car, I’d start singing along. I'd put on my own sold-out stadium tour concert. But I’m in Sawyer’s Jeep on a non-date, so that would be weird. Right? But he did say I needed to stop making myself small… He was saying that to be nice, Margot. As if I need to prove a point to him, and maybe more so to myself, when the chorus comes around, I start belting it out. I fully expect him to laugh at me, make fun of me, or tell me to stop. But he doesn’t. No, Sawyer Hale smiles so fucking big as he joins in with me, turning the music up for a second time. We finish the song
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