![]() ![]() “I’m not discussing my feelings with her.” It sounds like he’s crossing his arms, slumping in the chair. “Please stop staring at me with that look-you’re being ridiculous.” I don’t know what she’ll say and I’m not a masochist.” “I’m not ready to confess that shit to her, Mother. I have to press a palm to my mouth to stop from giggling as Mrs. Say it again, Sterling, I silently beg, greedy for the words. Falling slack, back against the wall, my hands press against my flaming hot cheeks. ![]() He’s laughing now, and the deep timbre has me pulling back in shock. ![]() I don’t fucking know what’s happening to me.” “I think I’m in love with her,” his voice confirms, repeating the words, stunning everyone. “I’m not talking to Dad about my love life.” He’s horrified by the thought. “God, he had no idea what he was doing when we started dating. Maybe you should ask your father.” She chuckles. “Sure it’s normal, when you’re attracted to someone-” He dreams about me? He’s said it before, but it’s always when we’re joking around. ![]()
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