Then your boy best friend showed up, and a wave of jealousy washed through me as your gaze softened at the sight of him. My lips pressed into a thin line as I looked down at my hands. He treated you the way I so desperately wanted to. And if it wasn't for being nervous every time I was around you, I'd be willing to say something--anything. Subconsciously, I glanced up. I didn't know if it was relief or desire when you looked over at me a moment later, your dreamy eyes rooting me to the spot.
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