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Milli had never been cared of romantically by a man. Never. Not until she encountered Dion, his older brother's friend. He cares about the little things I do, remembers things I like, worries that something bad might happen to me, and smiles warmly as our eyes meet. If he doesn't like me, then what do his actions mean, Millie thought. She waited and gave clues that she likes him too, but Dion never confessed. So Millie encouraged herself to do the first step.
"I'll be the one who will confess first!"
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