“You don’t get to tell me what to do.” Color blazes in her cheeks. Anger this time, instead of embarrassment. She pokes me again. I am a bizarre combination of scared and turned on. I hold up both hands, palms up. “I know.” “Especially after you said no.” “What? I didn’t say no.” “You said no.” “I did not. You didn’t even let me answer the question.” I curl my hand around the finger digging into my chest and pull our hands to the side. “If you’d like an answer, ask me again.” Her eyes flash in the fairy lights twinkling over our heads. She has a faint dusting of something sparkly on her
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