Liz Tomforde

“I like talking to you.”

I decided to make it loud and clear that it’s been her and only her.

“Wipe that stupid grin off your face,” Maddison laughs.

I continue to smile, way too happy about this situation. “Can’t help it.”

“You know you legitimately like her, right? I’m not sure if you’re aware, but you do.”

A content sigh leaves my lips. “Yeah, I know.”