with my box of cupcakes, trying to figure out what I’d just gotten myself into. Berk had kissed me. Berkley Vaughn kissed me, Julia Kelland. I was glad his after-game meeting took half an hour. It took me that long to process that I wasn’t hallucinating, that he had actually been there and the lingering taste on my lips wasn’t the early warning sign of a stroke. He burst out of the locker room, and the smile on his face while everyone else looked like they’d had their fingernails pulled out wiped away the last bit of doubt swirling in my head. Get out of there, Jules. That’s no place for you
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