“Maybe if I went with you.” The blatant you’re special that he’s been giving me all day turns my insides into warm, gooey, next to no nutritional value. Resting my elbows on the counter, I link my fingers into a cradle and bat my lashes. He kisses my nose, smiling in that painfully soft and brief way he does before dropping his gaze to the vegetables. Mom, who was getting a main course of rice prepped, gasps when she sees what Levi’s done. To the zucchini. Not my now very red nose. “Not paper thin! Two cuts would be plenty.” “Oh.” Levi’s smile is already gone as he blinks down at the strips
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