“Olivia?” “Yeah?” I look up again, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “Are you asking me to be your boyfriend?” He smirks. Oh god. I’m fifteen again, asking Scott Smith to the Sadie Hawkins dance. Spoiler alert: he said no because he was going with Penny Simmons. I must pause for too long because he takes my face in his hands and whispers against my lips, “Took you long enough, Killer. I’ve been telling everyone you’re my girlfriend for weeks.” “Who’s everyone?” “You know, Luca, my therapist, Jenny at Squeeze the Day. She asked for an invitation to the wedding, by the way.” “The wedding?” “Oh
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