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“Blondie!” Ben squeals when he catches sight of her, holding his arms out toward her and making grabby hands like a toddler. She bounds towards him, and they hug as though they didn't see each other just last night.
“Oh, Jesus Christ,” Cass groans, his head flopping back dramatically. “Are you two joined at the hip or something?”
Luna flicks him on the forehead. “Jealous, Cassie?”
“Yes.” Cass deadpans. “I’ve always wanted my own stalker.”
“Enough,” I reprimand both of them, gripping Luna by the shoulders and steering her towards the stairs. “I’m separating you two.”
“Don’t you wanna watch the game?” Luna asks with an evil glint in her eye, clearly more interesting in sparring with Cass than watching any sport.
Cass tuts dramatically. “Ditching us for a girl?”
Tossing up a middle finger, Luna retorts, “Grow some boobs, Cassie. Then maybe he'll love you more.”
Cass’ enraged huff follows us upstairs. I wait until my bedroom door closes behind me before letting a smug smile break out. “You're throwing that word around an awful lot lately.”
“What?” Luna’s head snaps towards me, brow furrowed in confusion for a second before realization sets in;love. She groans. “I didn't mean it like that.”
“Mmhmm.”
“Shut up.” She shoves me away, all stroppy as she chucks herself and her bag on my bed. A faint blush creeps up her cheeks as she folds her arms and scowls at the wall. “Stop smirking,” she orders without looking at me.
“How do you know I'm smirking?”
“I can feel it.”
I may or may not purposely crank the smirk up a notch.
“Please,” Luna begs, flopping on her back and covering her face with her hands. “You're embarrassing me.”
My lips purse in a useless attempt to stop the shit-eating grin. Sitting beside her, I lean over and gently pry her hands from her face, revealing that pretty blush I'm really starting to adore.
She might not mean it like that, but I'm pretty sure that's exactly how it is. It's way too early, but I'm pretty fucking sure. I would challenge anyone to spend time with Luna and not fall in love with her in five seconds flat.
It'll be a long time before she's ready to hear that little bit of information, but it's a good thing I'm patient.
For the sake of her flushed cheeks, I change the subject. “Did you come over for a reason other than aggravating my roommates?”
“I have an art project.” Sighing, Luna rolls onto her side, dragging that monstrosity of a tote bag with her. With a comical amount of effort, she wrestles out a thick file, flicking to a certain page before shoving it towards me. A familiar assignment stares back at me.
God, I hated visual journals. Every beginner art class I did freshman year had a version of one, and all of them had these ridiculous, cringe-inducing, and entirely uninspirational prompts. Looking at Luna's list, it seems they haven't changed much. My Greatest Joy, When I'm Alone, My Biggest Fear. One of them is circled a couple of times in bright pink highlighter. “How Others See Me?”
The blush that had just disappeared comes to life again. When Luna offers no explanation, I nudge her gently. “If you want my help, you're gonna have to tell me what I'm helping with.”
Another sigh rattles her chest. “We have to do a weekly journal entry. And this week we have to pick from these topics and that,” she taps a matching pink nail against the highlighted topic, “is the only one I like. And it made me think of you.”
“Why?”
Luna drops her gaze, nose crinkling, voice quiet as she admits, “Because I like how you see me.”
Fuck, yeah.
I am definitely in love with this girl.
Instead of telling her that, I kiss her. Soft and slow and silently conveying all the things she is so not ready to hear. I don't, however, manage to resist the urge to tease, “Do youlovethe way I see you?”
I see the thump coming a mile away, and I catch her fist before it hits my bicep. “I take it back.” She rips her hand from my grip, cradling it protectively against her chest. “I don't want your help. I'll just fail.”
