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“I know. Good lord, Lucinda. I thought I’d be busted the moment you saw this room.” He sits on the bed behind me, one knee up, and I fall back into the perfect cradle of his body. “How somebody can’t recognize their own eyes, I’ll never know.” “Seems I didn’t recognize a few things. Hey, Josh.” “Yes, Shortcake.” “You love me.” I see him smile in our reflection at the confusion and wonder in my tone. “Since the moment I saw you. Since the moment you smiled at me, I felt like I was falling backward off a cliff. The feeling has never stopped. I’ve been trying to drag you down with me. In the ...more
The Hating Game
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