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“How old is he?”

“Seventeen.”

“Wow, going for the older man, huh?”

“See? I knew you’d make fun of me!”

“Amelia, I am not making fun of you. I think that’s great. Is he cute?”

“Want to see a picture?”

“Of course I do!”

She looked around to make sure no one was watching, and then carefully got her phone out of her pocket. She scrolled for a moment before settling on his social media profile. She handed me the phone with a smile on her face.

I looked through some of his photos, making a few comments here and there, and Amelia watched me, grinning from ear to ear. She was a lot like me in that she never thought anyone was good enough for her. She was self-confident and strong, and she wasn’t going to waste time on anyone who didn’t build her up. If this boy was making her smile like that, he must be something special.

“So, you really like this guy?”

She nodded emphatically.

“And your mom doesn’t approve?”

“She doesn’t even know him. She wasn’t there when we met.”

“You should invite him over!”

“Yeah right. She would never go for that.”

“Why not?”

She pondered that question for a moment.

“I don’t know. But would grammy be okay with it?”

“I’m sure she would love to meet someone you like.”

“Skye! You can’t tell anyone that I like him!”

“Right, sorry. My lips are sealed. But you should still invite him over. Just as a friend.”

“What, like you and Owen?”

I was taken aback by the question.

“Excuse me? Owen is just my friend. We’ve been friends for, like, ever.”

“Weallsee the way you look at him.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. And who is ‘we all’?”

“Everyone. Mom, Dad, Luke, Taylor.”

“Well, you’re all out of your minds. There’s nothing going on between me and Owen.”

“Skye!” I heard a man’s voice call from across the courtyard.

I looked up to see a Greek god of a man walking towards me in the snow. Owen.

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