“I do, though. I do miss her when she’s not next to me. Like right now. Sure, I’m having fun with you all, but I wish she was here. And not just because of the sex. Because I want to hear her laugh and make her smile.” I run a hand through my hair. “I have to tell her, don’t I?” “Uh, yeah, because you’re halfway to being in love with her,” Maverick says. “I don’t love her. That’s a bold word.” “Fine. You don’t love her—not yet, at least. But you do like her. You care for her, and it’s not fair to either of you to feel this way and not let the other know,” Maverick says. “Remember when I was
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