Chapter 23 THERE HAS NEVER BEEN AN US

"Dashiell?" I frowned, stepping out of my house so he wouldn't look in. With the door closed, I folded my arms, narrowing my eyes at him as I demanded, "What are you doing here?" Instead of being offended by my question, he presented the bouquet in his hand to me, tilting his head partially to the s...

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