“This,” Sophie repeated, noticing the hand holding hers was shaking too. And his cheeks . . . they were flushed. And he’d said . . . He’d said . . . “I want it to be you.” It took her a second to realize he’d said it again. And he looked less startled this time—more . . . relieved as he took a step closer, leaving very little space between them. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I’ve been trying not to say that, because it’s not fair. But . . . I couldn’t let you stand there looking like . . . like you do when someone gives you a compliment and you don’t believe it. I’m trying not to pressure you,
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