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by John Green

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  “Wait!” I said. I released Jeb long enough to grab a snowflake mug from the shelf, which I handed to Tegan. “For Gabriel. ”

  “If the regional manager stops in, I’m fired,” Christina said hopelessly. “Pigs are not part of Starbucks policy. ”

  “Here you go, sweetie,” Tegan said, tilting Gabriel so that he slipped into the mug. He scrabbled a bit, then seemed to realize the mug was just his size and made a decent house, actually. He sat on his haunches and oinked, and every one of us gave a collective awwww. Even Christina.

  “Excellent,” Dorrie said. “Now come on, we better go before Christina plotzes. ”

  I grinned at Jeb, who grinned back. His gaze shifted to my hair, and his eyebrows went up.

  “Hey,” he said. “You changed your hair. ”

  “Oh, yeah,” I said. It seemed like a lifetime ago. That blonde-haired boo-hoo-hoo girl who spent Christmas feeling sorry for herself, was that really me?

  “Looks nice,” he said. He rubbed a lock between his thumb and forefinger. His knuckles slid down, grazing my cheek.

  “Addie, I want you,” he whispered, and heat flamed to my face. Did he honestly just say that? That he wanted me, right here in Starbucks?

  Then I realized what he meant. He was responding to my e-mail, the part where I said, If you want me, I’m yours.

  My cheeks stayed warm, and I was glad no one in the store had ESP, because that was a classically self-absorbed misinterpretation. But even if they did have ESP—and how would I know, anyway?—it was certainly no crisis.

  I rose on my toes and wrapped my arms around Jeb’s neck.

  “I’m going to kiss you now,” I warned him, since I knew how he felt about being mushy in public.

  “No,” he said, gently but firmly. “I’m going to kiss you. ”

  His lips touched mine, and a ringing filled my head, sweet and silver and pure. It was probably the bell on the door, jingling as Dorrie and Tegan went out. But I was far too busy to check.

 



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