here he was, sitting beside me on the pier in front of the pristine lake, looking at me with his striking green eyes and calling me cute. “You don’t actually think that,” I murmured. “Why not?” “Well, because you’re you and I’m me.” His lips curved in a small smile. “And what exactly does that mean?” “It means that a guy like you would never be interested in a girl like me.” “Why would you say that? Don’t you know how beautiful you are?” I was taken aback. I couldn’t remember anyone calling me beautiful with such certainty, like I was a fool for not believing it as strongly as he did. I rolled
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