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"You know I love you, right?" It’s the first time he’s said that in person, and it’s just as perfect as it was in ainst his lips "You know I love you back, right?"
He pulls hi downme sweat "What?" I ask, unable to handle the heat of his stare
"How’d I get so lucky?" he asks, teeth pinching the corner of his lip as he considers me, my worth--er he looks at me, the more I blush, and then out of nowhere, a tear slides from my eye, over my cheek and onto the sand And I don’t even mind I let it fall This cry…it feels okay
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The Pacific Ocean is better than the Gulf It just is I’ out with a hot blonde on the sand That’ll sway just about any location intodefinitely falls into th is unreal I’h the sand like that She took the towel to rooves, and then she stowed it back in the trunk She was still blushing when she turned the engine over, sneaking glances at s…in Neeek," she says as we pull back out onto the main road
"Yeah? What’d you think? Pretty hot and faht I raphic, the one they overlapped? You know, the one thather my best suave Bond expression "Yeah, that was pretty cool But, still not quite Sports Illustrated swimsuit"
"That’s only because they didn’t keep the Speedo pics in the ets embarrassed by it; it’s cute She keeps her focus on the road while ait through four or five stoplights, but she seems pensive the entire ti ball, too In high school?" She’s being cautious Truthfully, I forgot about those photos in the article
"Oh yeah I ood, huh?" I turn the other direction quickly, watching the cars in the lane next to us, staring at drivers--anything to avoid the look I know she’s going to give ain, but I know the look is there
"You…you were pretty good, huh? Good, like Nate?" It’s not quite pity, but it’s close I know she doesn’t ets thicker before it starts to fade away the longer we drive I keepother than her…until I feel like that topic--the concept ofbaseball--fades almost completely It always leaves a little mark behind, and I’ll probably feel the punch of this conversation during h ti the sand from our clothes My farewells froreetings, but there’s still an ele Andto put in the work, earn it over tie is another story She treats me with the same huffiness and indifference as she always has And that feels better Nothing’s changed between her and me, but over the last few days, I’ve seenat Cass differently, regretfully, perhaps I haven’t e et to the airport with little tioodbye is rushed, and I hate that But even with ate barely on tiroup, and the h to myself, and pull my phone out quickly to send Cass a text that she may have competition; then I shut the phone off and spend the next three hours learning about ht attendant Shawn, and how I reht, I’et Shawn’s nu drinks soet through the gate to where Nate should be waiting for me, I pause and turn my phone back on and chuckle at Cass’s response