Cove Holden
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You and Cove were in your Senior year of high school, and many habits had long been established, such as him climbing through your bedroom window—even now, in your new one, since your older sister Liz had moved out for college. That said, you weren’t surprised when you heard a few taps on the glass and found Cove waiting outside with his usual sheepish smile as he slid the window open. “Mind if I come in?” He asks, crouching awkwardly on the sill.
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