Love in the Mist

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e at my phone. I'm lying on my bed, scrolling mindless

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ittle too tightly as I stare at the tiny profile picture next to his name. It's him, alright. The same tousled dark hair, the e

the message. It's just a m

not being weird, but

al. Nothing that should make my

the keyboard before

t all. you found me

ng bubble appears. He was

ation out of my mind, so curiously, I searched y

his

There's something annoyingly charming about his confidence, the

oluntarily, my thoug

ype to listen carefully and let his words settle before speaking. The kind of person who notices the little things-how I take my tea, which books I

alf-brother. Which makes thi

ing myself back to the

nough. so,

ut how you shared your thoughts with m

ugh I can't fight the wa

o talk to. I didn't even realize

t realize when it a

head, laugh

l quiet, offhand way. He'd make some wry comment, maybe smirk a little if he caught me blushing, but he'd never be this direc

hink it, Ethan's n

me. You know, since we're apparently great at walking together, maybe w

a second to process that

ngers who just happened to walk side by side for thirty minutes and had an oddly easy conversation

feels d

Ethan means I'm stepping into something that could tangle my feelings even more. What would Oliver think? Would he even care?

g at the message for way t

u always t

I'm actually inte

nt to see him again. I want to sit across from him and find out if he

ation makes me

s, about the way his fingers linger just a second too long when he hands me a novel

r made a move. And

and, is right here, w

e. one

warning-I'm ridiculous

d, biting back

on't be so b

out to get very,