His Beauty Her Beast
“We’ve played basketball. Shared memes. He’s actually pretty funny, you know, when he’s not brooding.”
My eyes shot toward Damon, who finally let a small smile slip. My stomach betrayed me with a tiny, traitorous flutter that I crushed down immediately.
I folded my arms, trying to look unimpressed. “I cannot believe this. Nate, you don’t even respond to my texts half the time, and yet him—” I jabbed a thumb toward Damon, “—you’re swapping memes with like it’s some sacred bromance?”
Nate had the audacity to look thoughtful. “Well, he replies faster.”
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