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I wonder if he’s one of those people who gets freckles instead of a tan when exposed to the sun.
“Maxy, I’m here, wearing an omelet yellow shirt and an apron, asking you to go steady with me.”
He adjusts his head so that he can breathe easier, hand rising to touch my face. “We slept good,” he marvels, fingers tracing my ear. “This is the same position we fell asleep in.”