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Percy I continue to scowl at Jordan and the grey sweater he's wearing. It's nice, though. Looks soft and— Get it together, Percy! “We so have to stop carpooling,” I mutter, trying to focus on the road ahead. We’ve almost reached the studio, and I brush some loose strands of my hair behind my ear. “I would hate that.” Jordan’s quiet tone sends a shiver down my spine that has me convinced it’s safer just to stay looking out ahead. I don’t trust myself around this man and his dimples, kind eyes, and his smile and-- He makes it hard to focus on the sh*tty things that led here. That an indiscretion on his part was enough to make this necessary. And I should focus on making it right and not on the fact that the shade of grey of that divinely soft-looking wool complements his eyes. Or that
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