Actually, that’s exactly what she was doing—typing something in the air. I had to ask. “What in God’s name are you doing?” She continued the motion as she spoke. “I’m typing all the things I really want to say to you, to get it all out without actually having to say the words. Trust me, this is what’s best for both of us.” Her fingers kept moving. I couldn’t help but laugh under my breath. “You’d rather look like a complete idiot than say what's on your mind?” She finally stopped moving her fingers. “Yes.” “Did you remember to hit ‘Send’?” I mocked. Charlotte didn’t find my sarcasm funny.
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