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Amity kissed her.
Amity. Kissed. Her.
Luz blushes hard as she sits on her knees, her fingers brushing the spot on her cheek that Amity kissed. All she can focus on is how soft Amity’s lips were against her skin, how stunning Amity looked with purple hair, and how the kiss means there’s a very real chance that Amity likes her back.
Which means… she might have a chance if she asks Amity on a date. Just thinking about that makes butterflies flutter in her stomach, and Luz blushes harder, her cheeks radiating heat.
Dating Amity Blight would be incredible.