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I took a breath, realizing I’d been in so for a ered that need in uy who talked like him With mere words he fired a need in me to know that kind of peace

"Yeah," I aduitar, I felt that way Or rather, I had

When it beca to elaborate, he continued, "If I’reat But I have other interests, tooother things that bring that saers tightened around the curve of my knee I looked away for a moment and bit the inside ofinspiredI couldn’t do, and he had s that spoke to hi"

My attention snapped back to hi a teacher?"

He nodded "Yeah"

"Like being a coach?"

He sent me a look that said I’lish"

"English?"

"What are you? A parrot? Yeah, English Literature" He s that open and have pages in the hed aardly "No, I didn’t know that about you I didn’t know that you--"

"Read? Yes, I can read words and everything"

I wadded up a napkin and tossed it at hiht it "I actually read a lot And write"

I stared at hiht to him He was a jock whowrote? But, of course, it was believable The way he used words He didn’t just talk He painted a picture with language

He rubbed a hand up and down the back of his scalp and blew out a breath "I’ve never told anyone that before"

"Not even Rachel?" I blurted before I could help myself Clearly they were close How could she not know that he liked to write?

He shook his head, his eyebrows drawing tightly over his deep-set eyes Like even he was confused that he had confessed this to me "No Actually I haven’t When we talk it’s usually abouther" He frowned like maybe this had just occurred to hi danced inside ht she knew everything there was to know about him Every moment I spent with him, I discovered another layer I doubt there would ever be a tiuy didn’t fascinateWhat is it that you write?

"Fiction Stories," he provided