After taking a sip of his coffee, Jackson asked, "How did you know I like this particular coffee?"

My attention from what he'd called me was diverted by his question, and I replied with a light shrug. "I just randomly picked one."

That was a lie.

I remembered from before the accident that he always liked to drink dark-roast coffee to perk him up when he needed to focus on something important. Jackson looked at me thoughtfully, his eyebrows furrowing, and asked, "Have you been studying what I like?"

I quickly shook my head. "No. No, I haven't."

"Where's the vanilla creamer?"

packages of Coffee Mate and handed them

an

what I like to add

then did I realize he was testing me, and I immediately wanted to take back the

my hand and said, "I

could only signal to me with his eyes to

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who had her eyes lowered. She glowed

help but be mesmerized, and his voice became softer.

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