“What’s your dream girl like?” “Freckles,” he said not missing a beat. “What?” I scoffed, secretly pleased. I had freckles! “Way to narrow the field, Baldwin.” “You didn’t let me finish.” Eyes moving over me with a focus that made my breath catch, he said, “Cute freckles, wavy brown hair, about five six, hazel eyes. Naturally beautiful.” “Becks—” “She’s smart—,” He talked right over me. “—can quote Star Wars, curses like a German sailor when she’s mad. Someone who makes me laugh out loud, a girl who’s herself and lets me be me. Sounds pretty great, right?” I stared at him. A moment, two hours,
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