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With the ive me for the dance classes, and if I worked really, really hard for the next year, saved every penny and just ate ramen for a while, I could do it I could make it happen

Washed up That’s what you are

I never had this proble I was confident and independent, and I s happen But when it came to this? Toso of myself? I was my oorst critic

Footsteps approached my table, and I finished off my mimosa

“Hi, yeah, can I get another one of—?” I lifted the elass

But it wasn’tto serve It was Matt

I sucked in a breath

God, why did he have to be so da his strong jawline, and those dark, espresso, “lose yourself” eyes

“Hi,” he said “How are you feeling?”

“I’m fine”

“Your ankle?” he gestured to it

“It’s fine”

“That’s…uh, fine then?” Matt chuckled “I’ot your crutch”

“Yeah, you didn’t have to get me one of these The doctor pretty ot my meds too”

“Meds and a mimosa?” he asked

“One or ton’t hurt There’s no direction on the bottle that says I can’t have alcohol Sheesh, relax, Dad”

“If you’re going to call ,” Matt replied, the corners of his lips twitching He towered over me

“That’s gross, Matthew”

“Sorry I was trying so skills aren’t what they used to be”

“Flirting” I pursed my lips

“Unclench, Su around”

“I told you not to do that” I lickedto turn away fros in ave s could be better But it wasn’t real

Matt had his life all worked out Meanwhile,OK

“What are you working on?” he asked, nodding to my laptop

“Nothing,” I said

He raised both eyebrows

“No seriously, I’ school application And the fees”

Matt took a seat next to me and scooched closer

My heart skipped a beat, and I forced h alert around this man Any hint of weakness, and I’d be the one to pounce I’d be the one who regretted it in the end, as well It was bullshit, howbut trouble