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“The other corner of his mouth twitches like he's trying to keep the butterflies in too and he glances down at his plate, his dark eyelashes casting shadows on his cheeks. I've never wanted to kiss anyone more. Oh. Oh. "Caleb?" He's far away again as I hear blood rushing in my ears. "Caleb? Are you okay?" The cold, blue spike of his worry is like dunking my head into a bucket of ice and I snap out of my own thoughts. He's looking at me again, the sparkle gone from his eyes as they fill with concern. "Yeah," I grunt, my voice sounding not like me at all. "Yeah, I'm fine. Sorry, I-" I can't tell him that I was thinking about leaping across the table and kissing him but I need to say something to explain why I've been--I'm assuming--staring at him, open-mouthed and blank, for the last few seconds.” — Lauren Shippen