Chapter 27 Just Tell Her, Idiot

ARES’S POV

The cafeteria was loud. I'd spent years figuring out which noises mattered and which ones didn't, and most of this didn't matter. But the weight of my phone in my pocket did. Since we'd left the quad, I'd typed "We need to talk" four times. And I'd deleted it four times.

April reached ac...

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