Rachel Clayton

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I watched the way his eyes lit up when he was on the phone with her and how his lips made a half smile like he had to hold himself back from full-on grinning whenever they talked. I could tell when she’d embarrassed him with one of her texts by the way the red crept up the back of his neck while he read it, and the way he’d type and retype his
Off the Deep End
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