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⊰ 29 ⊱ Yearning in Pink
I slump back in my seat, exhaling deeply as I turn off the engine. Gazing up at Cade’s house, I wonder how long my anxiety will keep me trapped in this car before I muster the courage to approach his front door.
What if I start crying when I see her?
…
Or worse…what if I throw up?
The fear is paralyzing, and I have to fight to keep my thoughts from spiraling. I know that if I allow myself to sit here, drowning in my worries a minute longer, I’ll never get out of this car.
Shaking my head, I grab my keys and phone, popping the door open with a resolve I’m not sure I truly feel. My heart pounds against my ribs, my steps coming short as I approach the front door. Before I can even ring the bell, the door swings open, revealing a very casually dressed Cade with a small smile on his lips.
“Come in,” he invites, pulling the door back. I step inside reluctantly, my mind at war w
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