Emy

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“Does that mean you want to kiss me?” I just went and blurted out. He didn’t vocally laugh, but I could sense the vibrations coming from his chest before he said, grinning down at me, “Uh-huh.” He wanted to kiss me. Aaron wanted to kiss me. “Not as a friend?” I clarified. “Not as a friend,” he confirmed, amusement tingeing his words.
Dear Aaron
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