CHAPTER 13

"Are you going to eat that or just stare at it until it molds?"

I blinked down at my uneaten bagel, then back at Heath across the table from me. His curls were a mess of golden frizz, his oversized sweatshirt reading Wasons Photo Department like a proud badge of honor. Mine was inside-out. Like my w...

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