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Do you want some cheesy fries?
The words echo in my head. That's all he's got to say?
I don't know whether to be weirded out or insulted but I can't do either in the moment.
I'm standing in front of Chase, smiling like an i***t, completely lost in his eyes. The emerald in them is brought out even more by his crisp black shirt.
I'm finding it hard to get upset. He looks so good.
Has his jawline always been so clean? I can't stop smiling but my embarrassment is making it impossible to even try to drop it. I imagined myself looking at least a little sophisticated and aloof when I was planning all this.
Instead, I'm wringing my fingers in shyness and my smile isn't just there; it might as well be as bright and blinding as the sun.
Not how I wanted him to see me.
I want
