Her Secret Crush

A Canadian girl with a hole in her heart, the Hollywood scion who can fix it, and the mountain keeping them apart

Sabrina
Every day I watch Henry hike up the hill while I walk down. And every single day I want to run my fingers through his hair, wrap my hands around his biceps, strokehisdog.
I never say a thing, though, because guys like him don't date girls like me who aren't model thin, who have a ten-inch scar down the middle of their chest, who may die on him

Henry
I'm in no position to start a new relationship. I have plans to open my own store. I travel all the time. My dog died
But there's something about the girl with the messy blond hair who eats lots of tacos and wears homemade knit hatsin a city where it's never cold. I know I shouldn't go after herbut after I fondledherdog, I couldn't help myself.

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