Page 48 of The Matchmaker Club
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“Never have I ever had my heart broken.”
The bottles touched our lips.
He swallowed. “Never have I ever completely healed from that broken heart.”
The water stayed utterly still in our hands.
I twisted the cap back on. “We should get some sleep, especially if we have to wake up and get home before my grandmother wakes up.”
“Good idea.”
I slipped under the covers and sank my head into a pillow that smelled of pine.
It seemed Lucas and I had more in common than I had initially thought.
