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12

It was a good thing he was looking at the road and not at my face, because, goddamn, I was blushing like a turnip.

“Do go on,” I managed to say.

“Your scent perplexes me. Your presence humbles me. I feel like you’re the only living truth. I don’t even know what that means. All I know is that I nee...