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We stand in silence. I can feel his eye on me while I keep mine focused on my fingers rubbing the hem of my shirt.
I'm sure he's waiting for me to make the next move. I'm not sure I'm going to.
The arm around my waist tightens, drawing me even closer to his steady warmth. Those long fingers of his enclose my fidgeting ones in them.
There's no need to be so nervous and I know it. He's been nothing but a (extremely annoying at times) gentleman and from what I can tell, he has no intentions to be anything else.
I look up and give him a half smile. I don't try to decipher the look in his eyes.
"What do you want to do?" I ask him quietly.