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wesley bennet.
“I fell in love with teasing you in the second grade, when I first discovered that I could turn your cheeks pink with just a word. Then I fell in love with you.”
“She's pretty, but her face doesn't transform into sunlight when she talks about music.” He did that clench thing with his jaw and said, “She's funny, but not spit-out-your-drink-in-astonishment funny.” It felt like my heart was going to explode as his eyes moved down to my lips under the glow of the buzzing streetlight. He moved his face a little closer to mine, looked into my eyes, and rumbled, “And when I see her, I don't feel like I have to talk to her or mess up her hair or do something—anything—to get her to swing that gaze on me.”
“Do you realize we could've been doing this for years if you weren't such a pain in the ass?”“Nah—I didn't like you until recently.”
“Enemies-to-Lovers—it's our trope, Buxbaum.”