“You fascinated me before we ever met,” she admits. “I heard about you, too.” “From who?” “Kade. The first week of school, he told me he’d never seen a girl so beautiful.” “Hm,” Sabrina says. “He’s not very observant.” She laughs. “What does that mean?” “Your looks are the least interesting thing about you.” Color comes into her cheeks. I understand that this is the compliment Sabrina most wants to hear. She’s been told she’s beautiful all her life—you might as well observe that the sky is blue or water is wet. I grip her upper arm and pull her close. “If he took five minutes to look closer,
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