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“I like you.”, I say before I can stop myself, and her eyebrows shoot up. “I mean – I like listening to you,” I add quickly.

And maybe I shouldn’t have. Because I do like her.

Even if I’m still not sure what that really means yet.

We try to get back to our coffee, but almost spit it out. It’s cold, obviously it would be. Alexandra hops off the stool and heads to the fridge.

“The tour won’t change much, because we’ll still be back here, and there’s the break for Christmas. But I was thinking: Since we’re going to Guilherme’s tomorrow, and Saturday we’re back on stage, we could do something together today, after packing our bags and all that,” she suggests, still staring at the fridge, in an almost embarrassed tone. As if we hadn’t done something together every day since she arrived. “Got any suggestions?”

The doorbell interrupts her, and she looks at me confused.

“Surprise me. I’ll like anything, as long as it’s with you,” I tell her, already heading to answer the door. “I’ll just need...” – I glance at the Alexa display in the living room – “two hours.”

“Okay. I’ll see you in two hours.”

I open the door, and the second I see Brittany, my whole body relaxes.

“You look awful. Didn’t sleep?” she asks, stepping inside with her brows furrowed.

“Not a bit. That’s why I called you.”

I shut the door behind her — and when I turn around, I spot Alexandra standing at the kitchen entrance, her gaze locked on us.

“I canceled with two people just to see you. You better have everything ready,” Britt says, laughing as if it’s not an order.

“Alex, this is Brittany. Britt, this is…”

“The girl who’s with you in all the tabloids.” She laughs and waves at Alexandra, who returns the gesture. “Gorgeous. Now, shall we?”

“I’ll see you in two hours, Alex, enjoy the coffee.”

“You wouldn’t last two hours, A.J.; he’ll see you in at most an hour and a half.” Brittany walks down the hall with her ponytail swaying, digging through her bag with hands capable of saving my life.

“Thanks for the heads-up,” Alexandra spits the words before Brittany walks into the bedroom, and I turn toward her, who looks at me like the global warming is my fault for two seconds before marching back to the stool.

“A.J., I don’t have all day,” Brittany calls from my bedroom door.

And I walk in, not exactly understanding what just happened.

Chapter Twenty-Two - Alex

I don’t like you. I smile when I see you.

But I don’t want to never see you again.

I look just like you. In the mirror, there’s you.

Stop driving me crazy.

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I must be an idiot.

I come to this conclusion while putting the dishes in the dishwasher, and A.J. groans loudly.

It has to be a joke.

I go years without getting close to anyone – I mean, really close, even just making a new friend – and when I finally do, I end up stuck in a situation like this.

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