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Another buzz.

Wes: Obviously you don’t know how to respond, and that’s fine.

Wes: I just wanted to say hi because you’re on my mind.

Wes: Have a great day. Also—I just listened to “You Could Start a Cult” by Lizzy and Niall, and if you haven’t heard it, seems like a Buxbaum song.

And he dropped a link.

Damnhim. How could he possibly know?

I gritted my teeth and texted:A little too sweet for my tastes but thx.

But because it was Wes, my message stopped nothing.

Wes: It’s a gorgeous song, are you kidding me right now?

I replied:I didn’t say it isn’t a good song, I said it’s not for me.

Wes: Liar.

I absolutelywaslying. But it irked me, the way he acted like he knew what I liked when there was no way that he could.

Alexa, play “Hate That You Know Me” by Bleachers.

I texted:I’m kind of busy right now. Did you need something…?

The phone buzzed almost immediately, and when I looked down, butterflies went wild in my stomach.

Wes: Oh, honey, you have no idea.

My head was about to explode as I read it, then read it again, wondering why it was so hot in there and then realizing I was outside.

Thankfully, I didn’t have to respond.

Because he added:But for now, I’ll leave you alone. Later, Lib.

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

“I was born to kiss you.”

—Only You

Wes

“Stop laughing.”

“I can’t, though.” Mickey popped up from his squat behind home plate and threw back the ten balls that’d been in the dirt beside him, shaking his head with a stupid grin on his face. “She’s going to destroy you.”

“No, she’s not.” Yeah, she probably was, but not for the reasons he thought. I caught each ball and dropped them on the mound by my feet, wiping my forehead with the back of my arm. It was already hot and humid, and it wasn’t even nine o’clock yet. I’d convinced Mick to break into the high school field down the street with me, even though it was a Sunday, because I wanted to test myself.

And so far, so good.

“I have a full-scale offensive planned that is guaranteed to getme in the door,” I informed him, so ready to go hard with this. “A brilliant, carefully crafted plan that is fail-proof.”

He dropped back down and held out his glove. “Sounds stupid.”

“Yousound stupid.” I flipped the ball, running my index finger along the seam before taking a deep breath.

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