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bbled notes a testament to her growing frustration. Her eyes drifted toward the
s lingering on the sea of unfamiliar faces. That's when she saw him – Kyle, the object of whispers and admiring glances. Hi
simmering just below the surface. Wh
son strode in, a warm smile on her face.
her belongings, her eyes avoiding Kyle's. She
she accidentally knocked over her pen holder, sen
a hand brush against hers. She looked up to find Kyle's piercing
s voice low and smooth,
their fingers touching briefly. The spark of electri
into step beside Sage. "Hey, how was class
se herself. "It was... interesting," she
"Interesting?" he repea
. "Kyle's just so... infuriating," she ex
thetic. "Maybe it's because he's so... captivati
good-naturedly. "You'
age's shoulders. "Sorry, sorry. I'm just
s no bright side when it comes to Kyle.
aybe he's not as bad as you think. Maybe
ebrow. "You're de
devil's advocate. But seriously, Sage, you have to
. "I suppose you're right. But tha
you to like him. But maybe, just maybe, y
but wonder if Mason was right. Was there more to Kyle t
xpression on his face. He had noticed the way Sage's eyes sparkled when she
t was. But he knew he wanted to see more of Sage's smile. A