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Chapter 8
"This is perfect!" The photographer says. "For someone that didn't want to do the kiss, to begin with, you did an excellent job." Atticus looks anything but happy with his praise. I couldn't believe it. I've been dreaming of kissing Atticus since I first fell in love. I've always wondered what it would be like to have his lips on mine. I knew now that it was more than I'd ever hoped for from him. I clutched my chest; my heart was racing, pounding hard and fast. I watch as Atticus storms out before anyone can say anything else. I knew he was even more upset than he was showing. I slowly bring my finger to my lips, still tingling from his kiss. "Did I say something wrong?" The photographer asks. His voice reminds me that I wasn't alone. I didn't want everyone to see how affected I
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