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It's just as good as in the movies," Sam says.
For a moment, I think she means us, and I'm about to argue that it's better and movies are stupid, but then I realize she means the fountains.
"It's okay."
"Just okay?"
She tries to turn in my arms, but I tighten them around her, pulling her back flush with my chest.
"Hush. I'm trying to watch this okay water show."
When she laughs, I feel like I've hit a home run. Who knew I could be funny? I'm probably not funny anyone but her, but she's the only one who matters. I tuck my chin over the top of her head, and I feel like I'm holding Sam prisoner. She sighs, relaxing into me, happy to have me as her warden.
Okay, that metaphor got away from me a little bit.
But I don't care. I won't overthink it - that's my new mantra and goal. Sometimes it works. Sometimes I lie in bed, worrying.
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Emma St. Clair (Falling for Your Enemy (Love ClichΓ©s, #5))