“Tell me when you really wanted to kiss me.” Beatrice covers her mouth and coughs, caught red handed. “I thought you wanted to by the window and I was too embarrassed to admit just how soon it was for me.” She turns, fully facing Ava now. “I’ll let you get away with the lie this time, but only because you’re so endearing.” She bumps Beatrice’s shoulder when it doesn’t seem like she’ll say it, “Come on, tell me.” “When you stumbled in St. Dunstan’s.” “You wanted to then?” “Without a doubt.”
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