“It’s just, you’re so beautiful, everything about you is perfect, but your singing…” He twists his mouth just a little, not saying anything else. “What about my singing?” Gunnar clears his throat loudly, but no one else makes a sound. “Well?” I prompt. Calix’s eyes widen the slightest bit, and I watch his Adam’s apple bob when he swallows. He takes another breath then wets his bottom lip. “Uh, it’s nothing.” He’s trying to dismiss me, but I’m not letting this go. “You were cracking up over nothing?” My tone is disbelieving. “I could just tell you loved the song so much,” Calix replies,
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