Which is probably why my stomach lurches so violently when I’m met with familiar brown eyes. I stare at him the way you might an optical illusion—waiting for the man in front of me to morph into someone else. Because this guy? I know him. The playful smirk I remember twists with recognition and shock. “This is my best friend, Olivia,” Sabrina says. Her voice sounds far away like she’s in a tunnel. Or maybe I am. I hear Hendrick and Knox’s greetings, but I can’t seem to look away from the guy I have thought about every day since New York.
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