"Where is that coming from? How can I like someone I just met the other day? No, I do not like her."I watched Rachel closely, expecting her to press the issue or argue with my defensive tone. Instead, I saw her facial features completely relax. I raised a brow. "Well, does my answer bother you? I mean, do you actually like me?" Rachel shifted her weight on my unmade bed. She smoothed her skirt down over her knees and looked away for a brief second. "Why are you asking me such questions, Silas?""Because you asked me first," I replied quickly, leaning slightly forward. "You asked me about the new volunteer. You specifically asked about me liking her. So I just want to know if you like me. Be real with me, Rachel."I sat there waiting for her answer, but my analytical mind was already racing miles ahead. I honestly did not feel like there was a single girl in the entire world who should like me. I was completely blunt in my conversations. I lacked any romantic charm or tons of wisdom
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