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“It’s you,” he whispered. His face bloomed with surprise.
“I like it when you say my name with your cute accent. It sounds better your way.”
“I know, Adelaide. I don’t need to do anything, but I want to.”
Key to my heart
“Come on, I’ll walk you home,” he replied, pulling an umbrella out of his bag.
“It’s love. Everything about love is embarrassing. You’re pining over someone who’s across the room hardly thinking of you. That’s incredibly embarrassing. But I also think there’s something romantic about being secretly fond of someone in a way that only you know.”
As we approached a puddle, he caught my hand so I could hop over. I attempted to detach myself from the feeling until my hand was back at my side.
“I didn’t need anyone to tell me how to find you,” he clarified. “I saw you leaning against the balcony. Your back is practically painted in my brain.”
I took her gloved hand and slipped it into my coat pocket.
Green flag
“Adelaide, we both know I hang on your every word. I couldn’t ignore you if I tried. If you said no, then I would’ve let go.”
“Love, look at me,” he said, and I shivered.
