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We didn’t talk much because of the nerves, but I had to tell him about the messy breakup I just went through in the past few weeks before he gets too involved. 

I glanced at him and he turned to face me. I opened my mouth to speak but thought “maybe this was a bad time” so I closed my mouth. 

We stared at each other for what felt like hours, with every second I found myself admiring every detail on his face. 

The freckles on his nose, the bold eyebrows that framed his dreamy eyes. It felt so wrong but so right at the time, that I leaned forward and kissed him. 

Parents: what do you want for your birthday?

Me: books

Parents: anything else?

Me: books

Parents: something other than books

Me: novels.