“Hey, Carly.” “Nate.” There’s a slight raise of my chin. “I didn’t know you were in here.” “Yeah, your speech hinted as much.” His look is both smug and amused. “That speech wasn’t meant for you to hear.” “You know…” He leans forward a little more, giving me the perfect view of his long, dark lashes. If I didn’t hate him, I’d ask what serum he uses for that kind of growth. “I’m getting a lot of mixed signals from you.” “I’m not sure how. I’ve been consistent from the beginning, always saying what I think about you.” “That my lips are pillow-soft or that I’m the reason you come to work every
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