Okay, that’s it, I thought, untangling my fingers and stepping closer to Wit so that our arms were pressed up against each other. Enough! I reached to smooth the front of Wit’s T-shirt, feeling the flutter of his heartbeat. It soon fluttered faster, and mine did, too, when he casually slipped an arm around my neck, fingertips dancing along my collarbone. “Oh,” Sage said as I held my breath. “Oh no—sorry, I didn’t mean anything.” She laughed and shook her head, then held up the last item to scan: a pie. “Strawberry rhubarb is my boyfriend’s favorite.” Her face lit up like the sun. “He says it’s
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