“Probably a good thing because you’re in love with BJ,” she whispers and I frown at her, pulling away. I am, she’s right. Very much so. I stare over at him and notice how his paisley-print short-sleeved Gucci shirt falls open over his chest as he leans to say something to Jo. He’s got a new tattoo. I hate that he has new things on his body that I haven’t seen and she has.
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