Roxy“I can’t believe you fly back home tomorrow already,” I say to Rachel as we sit in a quaint, English style café downtown. It has all those little cakes stacked plates, tea in flowery china cups and adorable wall hangings of British flags, women in aprons and the such like.My mind flits back to Blake the other night telling me he wants me to be his. It sends warmth through my body and makes my toes curl. I need to shake myself out of this. There is no way I can go with Blake, even though I have to be the first to admit – he is growing on me, some.“I know, right? It’s gone like a whirlwind and I’m kinda sad to be leaving you,” she says as the waitress brings over a cup of tea for her in a yellow floral cup and matching saucer. I have stuck to coffee, which is served in an orange mug with a British Bulldog on it. Who even knew this tiny place existed?“And Ford,” I reply wiggling my eyebrows. “You like him, don’t you?”She nods and lowers her eyes. “Yeah, I do. A lot and it’s not
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