“It’s perfect,” she whispered, her head still thrown back.
“Yeah,” I agreed. But my eyes were fixed on her, and I knew we weren’t talking about the same thing.
Teaser 2:
“I just don’t get you.”
“You don’t have to get me.” I raised my eyes.
“All I asked was that you do the same thing that you’ve done for the
past four years and just ignore me. Just pretend like I don’t exist. But
you couldn’t do that. Was there a point to that little charade in the
gym?”
Teaser 3:
“I like you in my clothes, Not Abby.”
Then he turned around and walked away.
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