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He grinned, that crooked thing he did where one dimple showed and the other hid. “You were making a face.”

“I like you,” she said. Not whispered. Just said, like a fact. Like the rain.

“The one you make when you’re about to say something you’re scared of.” teen sex couple

“No,” Lena said. She turned to face him fully. “I like you. The kind that makes my stomach hurt when you don’t text back. The kind where I remember the exact shade of your shirt on the first day. The kind that’s—” She stopped. Her sneakers were soaked. Her hair was a disaster.

“What face?”

Later, they would run home, soaking and laughing, and Caleb would text her: Forty-eight now. New drawing. You in the rain, not scared anymore.

“I drew you forty-seven times before I asked you out,” he said. “Forty-seven. In different lights. Different angles. Because I was trying to figure out why you looked different to me than everyone else.” He grinned, that crooked thing he did where

Caleb blinked water from his lashes. “You already told me that. Six weeks ago. You said, ‘I like your backpack.’ And I said, ‘Thanks, it has a lot of pockets.’”