“Oh, I see,” I said sourly. “Now I’ve discovered the secret. The way to make you happy is to freak out and swear like a sailor.” He stopped laughing and grinned at me. He was breathtakingly handsome when he smiled. How had I not noticed that before? “You make me happy all the time,” he blurted, then froze, a look of horror replacing his grin. I think that was too much honesty for both of us, because I froze, too. I made him happy? How was that possible? He spent most of the time we were together glaring at me and snapping like a crocodile. Except when we kissed. He definitely looked happy
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