“Why are you being so nice to me?” I blurt out, and the minute those words windmill out of me, I want to slap a return to sender sticker on them. Great. Good going, Aeris. His seafoam irises turn a deeper shade as he ponders me, spotlighting the veins of gold branching out from his pupils. “Why wouldn’t I be nice to you?” he inquires. I slam my lips together, withdrawing my arm from his grasp. “Because you don’t know me.” “What’s your last name?” he asks, his voice sporting a warmth that’s enough to rid the goose bumps on my arms. “Relera. Why?” “I’m getting to know you, Aeris. Plus, I need
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