“Will you be my girlfriend?” he interrupted, his eyes going wide like he was surprised at the words that fell out of him. “Be my girlfriend,” he doubled down, recovering from his shock, his hands slipping up to her face, cupping her jaw with long, careful fingers. “Be the person I can be gentle with, or rough with, whatever you like. Be the person I can laugh with. Be the person I can look at and have a conversation just with our eyes. Be the girl who teases me and challenges me. Let me take care of you. Come to my room and talk to me about nothing or all the important things. Tell me how you
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