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“What’s your name?” he asked, a boyish grin creeping across his face. “Henley Brooks,” I murmured, tucking my hair behind my ear. “My name's Lucas.” “I know,” I replied, regretting the words as soon as they left my mouth. His grin grew larger as he ran his fingers through his dark hair. “No wonder you look so scared.” — Teresa Mummert
What’s your name?” he asked, a boyish grin creeping across his face.
“Henley Brooks,” I murmured, tucking my hair behind my ear.
“My name's Lucas.”
“I know,” I replied, regretting the words as soon as they left my mouth. His grin grew larger as he ran his fingers through his dark hair.
“No wonder you look so scared.