“I have a confession to make,” Daisy pipes in, raising her hand as she sits on the sink. “When I was younger, I totally had a crush on Lo.” I end up smiling, and Ryke is staring at her like what the fuck? “Really?” I say. She nods. “I thought he was really hot.” “How young?” Ryke asks. “Twelve, thirteen, somewhere around there. He was my first crush.” A cool breeze washes over my hot anxiety as I begin to realize that I may not be so different from everyone else. It doesn’t extinguish all the bad parts, but it makes me feel a bit better in a way. Ryke stares at her with this hard, dark gaze.
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