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" Some people spend their whole lives trying to be noticed,” she said. She felt his eyes on her for a moment before he spoke. “You?” She lay back against the rock, cupping her head in her palms. “Sometimes.” The sun was sinking lower in the sky, the streaks of pink growing more vibrant. “I noticed you a long time ago.” His words made her heart thump against the rock, even as she recognized the irony. Beckett may have noticed her briefly, but he’d forgotten her quickly enough. “No, you didn’t,” she said. “Not really.” The kind of noticing she meant entailed more than a passing glance. It meant being seen. Being remembered. People wanted significance. She did, Jade did, everyone did. “You were wearing a white skirt that twirled around your knees . . . and a blue sweater with tiny butterflies around the collar.” She drew in a long, quiet breath as she turned. He remembered what she’d worn to the dance all those years ago? "
― Denise Hunter , Barefoot Summer (Chapel Springs #1)
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" He’s not my boyfriend. We only went out a few times, you know.” She leaned back against the car door. “Besides, I ended things recently—not sure if you heard.” He leaned forward, his arms on both sides of her, a smug smile forming. “Oh yeah? Why’s that?” She held back a grin. “Well, see, some other guy kissed me, so . . .” She left off with a shrug. His lips twitched. “And you liked it.” “Maybe.” He leaned closer. “In fact, you liked it so much, you want him to kiss you again.” “I might not turn him down. "
― Denise Hunter , Barefoot Summer (Chapel Springs #1)
