“Hey buttercup,” Megan smiles without looking up, her eyes fixed on the small yellow bud as she continues to roll its stem between her fingers. He takes his place next to her on the bench in the park. She couldn’t go home yet. That’s what she’d said to him over the phone. “And I- I just need you.” So he came.
She finally meets his eyes when she
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