Nicole Harper
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He said it again.
Which meant that he meant it the first time.
I tried to remove my hand from his, but he only held on tighter as he faced his wife. “I wanted to talk to you, but Nicole insisted on doing it first.”
“Oh my god, this is actually insane.” She scoffed. “And you?” She asked me.
“I—“ Tristan squeezed my hand in a comforting manner. “I l-like him.” I’d never stuttered so much in one conversation.
My mother narrowed her eyes. “You like him? And he loves you?”
My cheeks burned in embarrassment. I wanted to say I loved him too, but I just couldn’t get the words out, not like this, not when I wasn’t sure whether I meant it or not.
“Yes, she hasn’t gotten there yet,” Tristan spoke up for me. “But I’m hoping she’ll eventually fall for me.”
“You two are cra
