“So that’s the girl who’s gotten under your skin.” She folded her arms, grinning at me like she’d caught me stealing cookies. “Gotta say, big brother, you’ve been holding out on us.” I grabbed a clean t-shirt from the laundry pile. “There’s nothing to hold out on.” “Please.” She rolled her eyes with the dramatic flair that only a teenage girl could perfect. “I haven’t seen you look at anyone like that since... ever.” “Like what?” I pulled the shirt over my head, grateful for the momentary escape from her scrutiny. “Like she hung the moon and stars and possibly invented football.” I snorted.
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