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Landon
I glanced down at my phone and swore.
Fucking Miranda.
Why did she have to come and ruin my perfectly good mood?
I’d been thinking about Heidi all weekend. I hadn’t been sure if I had made the right move. I’d thought pushing for her and fighting for her would make her see that we should give this a try. But the harder I pushed, the more she gave in, and the more she fought me. It was a paradox.
And, when I had seen how upset she was about the entire situation, I’d backed off.
Then, she had come in this morning with some fresh space between us. She’d looked happy. She’d talked to me like we were friends. Like before that kiss a month ago. I knew those feelings were still there, but the fact that she’d asked questions finally seemed to alleviate a little of my pain from walk
