Wishing I had Michelle’s acting skills, I shake his hand. His palm is dry and warm, and he pumps firmly and confidently, just like the way he moved… My cheeks heat. Stop thinking about that night! A corner of his lips lifts for a second. Wait. Did he just smirk? Before I can process what it means, Matt offers me a donut. There are still plenty left in the box. I grab a glazed one with chocolate filling because if I’m going to suffer through this, a treat is the least I deserve. “Thanks,” I say. “My pleasure.” I raise an eyebrow and peer at him over the rim of my glasses. Did I imagine it, or
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