When you look like a potato

~~~Cassie's POV~~~

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At first, I was worried that Jared and I would have to spend more time alone by ourselves. Since I reckoned that it would only take a matter of time before things would  start getting awkward between us because---

Me and him inside an empty house...

OH! DEAR ME!

I knew I am not supposed to feel this way. But how could I stop it?

Go ahead and tell me right now, how do you usually get rid of the butterflies once they started running amok inside your tummy?

Was there even a life hack for that? 'Coz I could definitely make good use of it at the moment.

Why was there a need for him to look so good, in the first place?

Was a human even allowed to look so perfect like that?

For crying out loud, Jared was like the very embodiment of the word handsomeness!