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“Roman?” A quiet voice asked.

Roman turned his head to see Celine watching him with a puzzled expression on her face.

“Hmm?” He answered her.

“Do you hate me?”

“Hate you? Why would I hate you?”

She shrugged softly, “Because you were mad at me. You were angry at me because I kept telling you to find someone else to spend your summer vacation with.”

He chuckled lightly, “I understand why you told me to do that. I mean, look at you. You’re beautiful. You are obviously perfect for everyone who sees you. And that’s not including me, of course.” He paused, taking a moment to gaze at her. “So, I forgive you.”

“Thank you,” she whispered quietly, looking down at her lap.

“You know what? Maybe, I am mad at you,” he replied, frowning slightly, “but only because you kept saying that it was impossible for us to have a relationship because of our history and that’s not true. We could just try again, you know.”

“But what if I say no again? What will you do then? Will you give up on me? Are you willi