A thump thump thump noise that was so unfamiliar, and yet I couldn't quite place it. But I knew it. It was - "Mmm-hmmm," Monica murmured, just as Wes came view into the path. He was running, his pace quick and steady. He was in shorts, his shirt off, staring ahead as he passed. His back was tan and gleaming with sweat.
Sarah DessenThat was the thing about being on the inside: the world was just going on, even when it seemed like time for you had stopped for good.
Sarah DessenLet me guess,โ Eli said, his voice that low, even timbre, as always. โDrinking from kegs also falls under outdoor activity.โ I just looked at him, standing there in jeans and the same blue hoodie heโd had on the first time I met him. Maybe it was the embarrassment, which had been bad enough before I had an audience, but I was instantly annoyed. I said, โAre we outside?โ He glanced round, as if needing to confirm this. โNope.โ โThen no.โ I turned my attention back to the keg.
Sarah DessenHere was a boy who liked flaws, who saw them not as failings but as strengths. Who knew such a person could exist, or what would have happened if we'd found each other under different circumstances? Maybe in a perfect world. But not in this one.
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