His face. And still, he waited—for me to say the words, or for me to close the space between my mouth and his. I shut my eyes. The next time my lips touch yours, I thought, remembering his words, the only person you’re going to be thinking about is me. The rush in my head went silent. I opened my eyes, and— Mariachi music started blaring all around us. I jumped a foot and a half in the air, and Michael nearly lost his balance on his bad leg. We turned in unison to see Lia toying with a set of speakers. “Hope I’m not interrupting anything,” she called over the sound of the music. “‘Feliz
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I love Lia lmao
