She’s not you.”
“What?”
“She. Isn’t. You.
,
She’s not you.”
“What?”
“She. Isn’t. You.
Enemies-to-lovers—it’s our trope, Buxbaum.
I fell in love with teasing you in the second grade, when I first discovered that I could turn you cheeks pink with just a word. Then I fell in love with you.