“I’m pissed off, not a robot. The guy’s practically throwing me a touchdown every time he looks at me, and all I’ve got to do is take it to the end zone.” “And do you want to score?” “I want to slap him and kiss him at the same time.” “Kinky.” I whip around, cheeks growing pink as Alister steps up. I open my mouth to yell at him, but he simply holds out a flower. Hesitantly, I reach out and take the wilted, I don’t even know what kind of flower, trying to plan exactly what I’m going to say after he lets it go, but I don’t get that far. I no sooner accept his little gift than he dashes past.
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