![]() ![]() How big would the smile on Dylan’s face be when he picked her up in twelve minutes? If he picked her up. Lip gloss finished her morning make-up routine. If only she could wear something besides the school uniform. The first time she had straightened her hair, Dylan had commented that she was hot, so she didn’t mind the time it took to look nice for him even though her curls made her stand out in a sea of girls with straight-as-a-board hair. She'd spent the last hour and a half taming her naturally curly blonde hair into the smooth, sleek style that Dylan preferred. ![]() One glimpse into his deep blue eyes, and I’ll know if everything is the same between us.Īfter straightening her hair again with the flat iron, she sighed and stretched. ![]() And he hadn’t greeted her at the airport last night when she arrived home from the summer in Nantucket Bay visiting her aunt. ![]() The last few weeks, he hadn’t called at all, only sending a text here and there. She checked her phone to see if he had replied to her text to pick her up before school, but there was nothing new. Seventy-one days apart was seventy days too many. Ellie counted the minutes until she could wrap her arms around Dylan's neck. ![]()
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