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I Love You Periodt

“Careful!” Just before I hit the ground, someone’s arms catch me. It’s the guy from yesterday, outside the bistro. I already thought he was hot, but I didn’t realize just how gorgeous he was before seeing him up close.

“You okay?” the hot guy asks, staring down at me. His blond hair reflects the sun, and I can feel the strength of his forearms.

I’m trying to come up with a response when I realize I still have my earbuds in, and I take them out. “Oh, I’m fine. Thank you. I was just lost in thought.” 

As I attempt to regain my composure, a man who I assume is his dad steps forward.

“Liam,” the older man stage-whispers, and he elbows him in the ribs. “See? She’s perfect.”

“Dad. Stop.” The hottie rolls his eyes, and a miniature family drama unfolds in front of me.

The older man pleads insistently. “For the thing. You know?” 

They exchange a long look, one that makes me feel like I’m eavesdropping, even though they’re the ones who intruded. As if I’m the rude one because they decided to have a private conversation about me. In my presence, by the way.

It feels as if I just stepped into a game I didn’t know I was playing. He bumped into me. Now he pretends like I’m not here?

“Okay…?” I offer tentatively. “Well. I should be going…”

“No, no, please,” the older one insists, starting to look slightly panicked.

The two of them exchange more ominous looks, and suddenly I feel a little nervous. Who are these guys? It all seems super shady.

There’s a tension I’m not quite understanding. It almost feels as if they’re about to throw me into the back of a van. They don’t look like the type in their preppy clothes and superior attitude, but you never know.

“Sorry, don’t mind my dad. He didn’t mean anything. He’s just bad with social graces.” The hot guy sort of pushes his dad aside, glowers at him, and then turns back to me. “We wanted to talk for a minute. We’re not kidnappers or anything. No true-crime stories here.”

I widen my eyes and look around, noting where I can escape if I need to. “Uh-huh. It’s the denial that’s the reassuring part…”