His eyes skated back and forth between mine. “I wish I could tell you what you meant to me back then without sounding like a complete psychopath.” I chuckled. “Hey, I held a grudge against you for seven years. I think it’s me who’s the crazy one.” “I haven’t felt for any girl the way I felt for you.” His words simmered like warm honey in my veins, but I laughed them off, looking down at where his hands intertwined with mine. “Oh yeah, none of the hundred or so?” “I’m serious,” he said earnestly, and he dipped his head until I met his gaze again. “I… I can’t believe I hurt you.” I had to look
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