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LESLIE’S POV That cocky smirk was still on his face. I couldn’t utter a word. It has been weeks and he was staring at me like he didn't just disappear without a word. Like he stepped out to get lunch and was just returning. He held a travelling bag in one hand and a bouquet of daisies in the other. He was wearing a black hoodie and grey sweat pants. His hair was a controlled mess on his head. He looked really good, so good that it made my toes curl. “Are you going to let me in?” he asked. He was holding flowers. Were they for me? Was he apologizing for just leaving without saying goodbye? “Leslie, who is it?” My mom asked, her voice getting closer. I just kept staring at him, like he just walked out of my dreams. “Are you real?” I asked, my voice quiet. “Want to find out?” he asked, that teasing tone in his voice. My heart was racing and those dumb feelings hit me as hard as before. The time away had done nothing for my heart. “Wade, you're back!” My mother squealed, going t