That Fine Line (Pride and Pranks, #1)
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The blue jays above me immediately stopped singing, pulling their wings over their faces in terror. The squirrels and chipmunks, once happily munching on acorns at the base of the tree, scurried up the limbs to lose themselves in the leaves. The mice in the fields darted into their underground burrows. Even the snakes slithered back into their devil dens. A bitter wind picked up, causing the leaves in the trees to shudder. The… I’m kidding. But if my life were a Disney movie, that’s exactly how it would have played out.
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The Taylor Swift song she was enthusiastically singing made me automatically like her.
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“You were always… mine… to tease… you had always been mine and… I don’t know, Red. I think they knew I was a bit… possessive of you. Well, at least Ramsey figured that out.”
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“Why were you already on edge that night, Cade?” I pressed, needing him to tell me what he wasn’t. Cade looked at me for a long moment, his eyes taking their time trailing up and down my face, settling on my lips, before he said, “Because… Ramsey ended up being right about me. I didn’t like watching you with another guy. With him. With anyone else.”
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There were so many things I wanted to say with this kiss. So many things that were difficult for me to say any other way. I kissed him for saving my life. I kissed him for making me laugh, for putting me in my place, and for teasing me. I kissed him for making me feel special. And for this date. This glorious and magical and most confusing date that I wished could go on forever. But mostly, I kissed him for me, because I was starting to wonder if Stitch really was right about that fine line between love and hate.
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“Did you hear me? You drive me crazy in all the best ways. One day I want to give you that white house on a ranch. I love you, Red.”
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that’s the thing about love stories—sometimes it takes a wrong turn to go in the right direction. Sometimes home is exactly where you left it.