Carl is already out the door with her eighty five, and Sam is hanging by the door waiting for me when I'm handed my ninety four. My grin practically splits my face in two. I skip over to Sam and wave the paper in his face. "That's my girl," he smiles, and holds out his hand for a high five. I comply and he laces our fingers together, and somehow we end up holding hands as we walk to our next classes. It's strange how much pleasure the simple connection brings me. The warmth of his touch, the feel of his skin. I've never felt this before, not even with Cam, and definitely not with Robin. "God,
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