*Journal Entry*
6-16
He's smart. He kisses me, and my toes curl. He thinks I'm beautiful. And, sometimes, I just can't talk when he's around. Genius IQs, the both of us, and we end up stumbling over what we want to say and get twisted up.
And, now, he's coming to cook dinner at my place...
Gotta call Jace and ask him what to put in the kitchen.
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