He huffs, cute nose wrinkling. “Fine.” His voice drops and turns muffled. “Kinda, sort of love you or whatever, I guess.” “Louder.” I swear steam shoots from his nose. “I love you.” “Louder.” Benny snarls and grabs my jaw, pushing onto his toes until he’s right in my face. “I fucking love you, and I’m pretty sure I’m obsessed with every dumb thing you do because I can never stop thinking about you and talking about you, and if Em kills me, it’s all your fault because he’s sick of how disgustingly schmoopy I am.” He makes a horrified noise and backs up a bit. “You’re schmoopy?” “It’s a
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