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Bridget popped the top on a brown glass bottle and handed it to Luca, who handed it to me. He didn’t spit in it, so that was good.
“We don’t have feelings for each other!” Bridget and Chase shouted simultaneously. Hannah Jane rolled her eyes and snorted. “Yeah, okay.”
“Sorry,” I said, laughing through gasping sobs. “I’ve never done this before. You’re the one with experience proposing.”

