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(Max) After seeing Mitchell standing at my door and practically flinging myself into his arms, I couldn't wipe the goofy grin off of my face. "You look so beautiful right now. I love your hair so much." Mitchell whispered before reaching his hand up, and twirling a lock of my strawberry-blonde hair around his finger slowly. "Thank you." I squeaked, trying to keep my cool. Mitchell's other hand was pressed flat against the wall behind me, caging me in with his broad shoulders as he stared down at me intently. I couldn't help but bite my lip nervously as he continued to play with my hair. Oh god..why was he so cool and sexy? He was wearing a long-sleeved white t-shirt with black writing on it and black jeans with classic Converse. He looked so freaking handsome..I couldn't believe he