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gone. I already knew the way he smelled-clean, expensive, like something untouchable. I already knew the way hi

didn't seem

I was

grinning. "Leah, this is Josh Ca

er bottle resting lazily on his thigh, and

was

ion. No ack

er of memory in

oked right at me this morning

m that we had already met, that he had saved my life.

thing st

the way he carried himself with a quiet, untouchable confidence, t

ast the lump

ber, then maybe I

pping me out of my thoughts.

o something that res

, didn't ask me anything, didn't seem remotely interested. Instead, he turned back to Rya

at, I faded into

alway

ing stupid. For standing there, for expecting something different, f

o busy laughing at something

easily I had b

ast me, like I was nothing more t

ng up my neck. "I have homework," I mumbled, even though neit

ed noise of acknowledgmen

rs

ut the words blurred toget

our, pretending to study, but my mind was t

from the living room-Josh's deep and smooth, Ryan's li