My poorly drafted Jily (FTRS)

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x kept doing the slightest of things — “accidentally” brushing his knee against hers, holding doors open, offering to carry her books 

At some point, Jax’s shoulder must have bumped her own. At some point, their hands must have linked, and then their arms. And at some point, they were too close for Gilly’s comfort.

Stop looking at me like that

They didn't know exactly when the friend dates started becoming actual, serious, I'm-in-a-relationship dates. Or when the kisses on the cheek in greeting turned into pecks on the lips.

The moonlight shone down on them in their little clearing, illuminating Jax's unruly blond hair. His violet eyes stared into her own

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