I panicked, shoving him back."Okay, okay, I get it. We're both dudes—personal space, man!"And then I bolted.***Two failed tries later, I finally cracked William's type.This time, I dragged someone over to meet him.The second I made the intro, his gaze locked on her face—her eyes, actually. They looked way too much like mine. His jaw tightened, vein twitching.Uh oh.I was about to bail when he muttered a quick "Sorry" to her and yanked me into a corner.I opened my mouth, ready to swear I'd stop meddling—But he beat me to it."Isaac, do you like me?"My whole system short-circuited. Words? Gone. I just stared, frozen, wide-eyed.We were crammed into this corner, barely space between us. His scent hit me—minty, light, too much up close.My face burned. My breath caught hot and heavy, crawling through me."You're always chasing me down," he said. "Dragging me into games, sneaking me out, digging around about my type, sizing up anyone who likes me, even stalking me..
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