“I’m so sorry for disappearing on you like that.” “It’s okay, Hayes.” A grenade the size of Texas spirals toward my chest. “It’s not okay, Aeris. I should’ve communicated to you how I was feeling. And the night of our date…that’s not how I wanted to end things.” She walks over to the couch and pats the spot next to her. I follow her like a puppy with its tail between its legs. “It’s not?” She fidgets with the hem of her tank top. Her fingernails are short and slightly bloody, like she’s been chewing them to the quick. “Not even close. I wanted to keep kissing you,” I immediately blurt out.
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