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Daphne

Nice enough for you to use your Finsta to spy on me.

I’m never letting you live this down.

I click back into Instagram and request to follow him. The next message comes instantly.

Cameron

You want to follow me back?

Daphne

That’s what friends do, Cameron.

:)

Cameron

I don’t have any posts.

Daphne

We’ll have to fix that on my next Yes Year activity!!!

Cameron

We have away games the next two weekends.

I’ll be free the 26th.

Daphne

See you then buddy.

“Buddy?” I cringe, locking my phone and tossing it onto the couch. Seriously? Could I have picked a worse word?

Pal? Bestie? Hottie with a rocking body?

He makes me nervous, calm, and excited, all rolled up into one.

My phone pings, and I leap for it, heart racing as I open the message.

Cameron

Looking forward to it.

I let out an excited squeal, then immediately clap my hand over my mouth. Okay, so maybe I like him. How could I not? He’s unlike anyone I’ve ever met—a walking contradiction of gruff exterior and hidden softness that makes my heart do somersaults.

Now I have a date to plan. For once, the butterflies in my stomach feel less like anxiety and more like…possibility.

Chapter 12

Cameron

Daphne Quinn

We’ll be meeting here today: Whispering Wool Farms

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