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December 25, 6:20 p.m. 10 seconds
(Paxton residence, Ann Arbor)
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Love?
Did I just say love? Will they love her? Do I love her? Does love exist?
Not long ago, he had told Juniper love did not exist and now—for the first time in his life—he wanted to believe love was real. If love meant not being able to imagine life without the other person then—yes, he did love Juniper. Kyle almost choked on the cold hard air.
What wizardry is this?
Did he just admit he loved her? The more he said it in his head, the more he believed it. She was perfection. Even though she was as opposite of him as humanly possible, it was as if someone had taken a lump of clay, molded it just for him, and then breathed life into it.
Shaking off his insane train of thought, Kyle swung open the heavy walnut wood door and smiled at her. Her shoulders shook and she shrank into him.
Don’t worry. Follow my lead.
He was stumped to realize he was attempting telepathic communication with her.
What the hell? Two weekends with her and I’m a goner.
His emotional gears were out of whack In all the years he had been with Chloe, he had not felt a fraction of what he felt for Juniper. It was screwed up. Chaotic. Wrong.
But when have you ever done anything right?
