Page 117 of Heartbeat

“I’ve never looked like that,” she said, to which I couldn’t help but roll my eyes.

“Fine. Remember when I looked like that?”

“You’ve never looked like that either,” she said, smooth as always.

“Yes, I have.”

“Um, no. No, you haven’t.”

“I haven’t?”

She shook her head.

“I don’t think I like that,” I said, frowning.

“Why not?”

“Because I really cared about Summer.”

“I never said you didn’t. You just never looked like—”

As she spoke, I saw Ethan had arrived.

“—that,” she said, and then, “It’s him, right?” as he walked over to us.

“Hey you.” He smiled.

“James,” I said, biting my lip.

He had his hair back and wore blue jeans and a white T-shirt with a red bomber jacket.

“Hi, there,” Marcy said.

“Ethan, this is Marcy—”

“Oh, hi!” he said. “So nice to meet you.”

“Yeah. You too,” she said, absolutely analyzing his every move. “Who are you supposed to be?”

“James Dean.” He ran his fingers through his hair, making me salivate.

Even Marcy could attest he looked hot as fuck.

“And you’re Cupid?” he asked.

“Not that it’s necessary.” She looked at me and then at him. “I’m going to go get a beer.” She turned around and walked away.

Neither of us really noticed.

“That is one fine costume,” I told him, meaning every word.

“Yeah?” He beamed.

“Oh, yes. I’m definitely stealing that jacket.”

He blew out a breath. “I’m running out of clothes!”

“A-ha. But what if that’s the plan?”

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