Yet the moment I climb onto the waiting jet with Fen in his carrier and find Keegan in the back, her face cast down toward her phone and her red hair up in a messy ponytail that looks like she did it with one hand, something inside of me flinches. It quite possibly threatens to challenge my hardline stance because, at this moment, with her hair looking this way, and how it brings an unwitting smile to my lips, I realize I like her. In a way I shouldn’t. In a way that makes my heart beat faster and my lips tingle and my skin hum. In a way that reminds me I’m far too happy to see her again, and
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