“How was the rest of your day?” Wit asked, leaning back against the wall. It put some distance between us, so I moved forward to close it and more. I kind of kicked his feet apart so that I could stand in between them. “My dad told me about the bocce scene,” he said, clearing his throat. “He appreciated your manners.” “And I appreciated that he didn’t run away,” I replied before telling him about Viv. “I was jogging home, and suddenly, there she was on the phone, walking in circles under a tree…” By the time I finished, one of Wit’s hands was resting on my waist. His fingers were warm through
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