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Looks at me.

Looks at Less’ back where he’s standing facing away from us a few feet from the doorway.

Looks back at me.

“You're glowing.”

I nearly choke on my tea.

“I am not.”

“You absolutely are.”

She points dramatically.

“Look at your face!”

I can’t see his face, but I know Less is smirking from the way he’s shoulders are set.

Smug jackass.

God, I love him.

“She's cute when she's embarrassed,” he calls out without turning around.

“Alessio!”

“Am I wrong?”

“Yes!”

“Liar.”

Brielle starts laughing.

“Seriously, you two are so cute it’s disgusting.”

“Thank you,” Less says proudly.

“Not a compliment!”

“Sounds like one,” he replies.

I burst out laughing.

And suddenly—all my nerves disappear.

Just like that.

Because he's here.

Because we’re here—together.

And because despite everything—life keeps moving.

“Amanda?”

I turn.