IVY
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MY EYES WIDEN. Tell him everything? He wouldn’t believe me if I did. As it is, I’ve already had to watch what I say and think about every word before it leaves my mouth. He probably thinks I’m really shy and quiet.
“I never know what to say when someone says that. I’m better with direct questions. Besides, you don’t want to know about my life. It’s boring.”
“That’s where you are wrong, beautiful,” he says, and my stomach bursts into a field of butterflies, just like it has every time he has called me beautiful today. “My parents always tell me the story of how they met and fell in love. They tell me how it was love at first sight. My dad would say he knew in the depth of his soul that my mom was his. The moment she touched him, he felt her soul burn into his. Soul mates,”
