His hair a rich, dark brown, and even back then there were burnished highlights in his hair like he went to Betsy’s Salon. So by the time I got to high school, a freshman to his senior, I was gone for him. He was just one of those boys who started out gorgeous and just got better. I’d started crushing on Raiden Miller when I was six and he came to Grams’s annual picnic. I brought my coffee cup to my lips and took a sip, hiding my disappointment. The bell over the door rang, and having months of practice in not letting my hope and eagerness show, I slowly lifted my eyes to look, my heart skipping a beat. If my back was to the door, maybe one day, if he noticed me, he wouldn’t think I was looking for him, waiting, hoping for a glimpse. I tried to switch it up so he wouldn’t know.
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