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Just a line I didn't want to lose track of.
Hazel bit his lip against a big, dumb-looking smile provoked by the text his boyfriend had sent him, then cleared his throat and waved the phone in his sister's face.
"That's from Riley," he stated matter-of-factly, a kind of pride lingering beneath the words.
Lilly grabbed his wrist to still his hand, and, after analyzing the text for a moment, pushed her brother's arm down so that his long, elegant fingers rested on his right thigh, the phone's screen pressed against the denim of his jeans.
"That's corny and stupid," Lilly snapped.
"Nah. You're just jealous."
"...shut up."
Hazel laughed.
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