“Don’t you miss when crushes were only silly, secret things?” she asked quietly. “Suddenly it’s all getting so… real—and not just because of this. I mean… Fitz already finished filling out his matchmaking packet. And you probably need to go pick up yours—if you haven’t already.” Keefe smirked. “So that’s what kept you up tossing and turning? Wondering if I’ve registered for the match?” “Ugh, that’s so not what I was saying.” “Suuuuuuurrrrre it wasn’t.”
