“Basically since you and I met. It’s surprisingly easy to be apart,” she says. “For the record, there’s only been you.” I have to smile at that. I’m the only one she hid from in the bathroom. “Since we’re being honest with each other . . .” Nausea washes over me, and I exhale through my mouth, trying to breathe it away. She watches me with a frown, waiting for me to speak. “I didn’t have some kind of injury before. I was sick.” My nausea increases until I’m almost dizzy, and I force the ugly words out. “I had testicular cancer, and they had to remove one. Some people would say I’m only half
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They decide they want to date and then they TELL EACH OTHER THE TRUTH. OMG. Novel concept for romance books.
