JamesLaila opened the door fully. Now she was chewing the inside of her lip—nervous. Cute. Should I take off my shirt now or wait five more minutes?I stepped inside with two long strides—“Shoes!”I stopped mid-step and turned to her. She closed the door behind me.“Please take them off here,” she said, pointing to the rack.“Sure.” I slipped off my shoes and lined them neatly on the rack. If that’s what she wanted, no problem.Then I headed straight for the sofa and slumped into it. Her apartment smelled just like her—clean, sweet, and uniquely Laila. I breathed it in with a satisfied sigh and glanced around. Nothing had changed since the last time I was here. A book—the book, the one my mom gave her—rested on the coffee table. Maybe she’d been reading it when I rang.She stood by the door, just watching me. I gave her a once-over. She wore a dark blue dress with a flowy skirt and long, bright red socks pulled up to her knees. They didn’t exactly match her usual style, but somehow,
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