“I can’t believe you don’t think I’m hot,” he chides, sounding genuinely upset. I have to swallow back my laughter. “Hey, I never said that. I said you’re not my type. Plus, you’re straight, if you’ve forgotten.” I smirk. He splutters, and I can’t hold my laughter back any longer at the sight of his put-out expression. “Well, yeah, I am, but I also have feelings, and that kinda hurt, Cassie.”
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