“Stop trying to act like you don’t care, when I know you do.” He pulls me in so close I’m completely pressed against him, our lower bodies stuck together like glue. “It’s okay to admit that you like me.” “I shouldn’t,” I tell him truthfully. “After everything you’ve put me through lately. For the last three years, actually.” His expression turns somber. “I’m an asshole.” “Yes, you are,” I agree. “Birdy.” He sounds shocked. “I didn’t say it. I just agreed with it.” I smile. So does he. “Everything’s going to be all right,” he tells me, his mouth hovering above mine. “I promise.” He kisses me.
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Omy gahhhh. Stop calling me single bro
