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We were quiet the whole ride home. As usual. And this time David helped me out of his car, just like he had that first time he drove me back to my house. The time when I realized he wasn’t like Alex because he wouldn’t think to scoop me up in his arms and carry me upstairs and try to get me into bed.
While I waited for him to take out my crutches, I leaned against his car and tipped my head back to look at the stars. The real stars.
“Pretty good,” I said, pointing upward.
“Yeah, I just redid them.”
“Glow-in-the-dark paint.”
“Of course,” he said. “Otherwise what’s the point?”
I smiled. He could be charming when he wanted to be.
So could I.
“I feel like maybe you didn’t take me seriously before,” I told him. “I really do think you’re incredibly, massively talented. I’m so deeply
