“We’ll do nothing.”
I nod. “Yes.”
“So…we’ll be doing nothing for the entire next year.”
I nod again, but this time I get that feeling. The same feeling I got last summer when Isabella told me she’s glad I’m not like all her other friends that have hooked up with Matteo - I’m grieving something that never even happened. It’s heavier than melancholy - I know there must be a word for it.
He frowns. “That can’t be right.”
I’m still a little tipsy and his are playful, which makes him even more attractive.
Everything about him makes him attractive.
He’s just looks so good, damn it.
“Why not?” I ask.
He nods his chin at me. “Because you’re you.” His eyes fall to my lips for a second before they give me a onceover to make his point. I still don’t get it, like he isn’t making any sense.
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