“Do you think maybe we can, I don’t know, hang out sometime or something?” Dacen’s smirk drops off and he kind of sags back against the Jeep beside me. “I can’t, Ryne. I can’t just be your friend. I can’t sit there while you’re all ‘hey, dude, bruh, how’s it hanging?’ and watch you eventually date someone else. Oh, my bad, not date. Just ‘mess around with.’” He uses air quotes around the last sentence. He’s still hurt, and clearly still pissed. But damn it, he’s so gorgeous when he’s being a sarcastic sassy ass and I miss him so much. I bite back a smile; it would so not help my case right
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