“I don’t want things to be weird between us.” “I don’t want that either. I really like you, Isobel.” My cheeks felt hot, and my brain went into overdrive. Did he just like me or did he like me like me? Because there was a huge difference between the two, and I had no idea which kind of like I wanted him to be feeling. It didn’t help that he looked so cute as he spoke. His warm brown eyes were gentle and filled with hope, and it was hard not to be pulled in by his easygoing smile. Wes was hot and sweet; a girl would have to be absolutely crazy not to want to be with him. Was I crazy for not
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This is unrealllll, ISOBEL TELL ME YOUR SECRETS ON HOW YOU DO IT!!!
