Hayes stands up—after having thoroughly smoothed the cramps out of my feet—and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes match the dimples on either side of his cheek-splitting smile. “I wanted to thank you,” he says sheepishly. Confusion muddies my features. “Thank me?” “For wearing that dress tonight. I haven’t been able to stop staring at you. God, you’ve been driving me crazy.” I…don’t know what to say. So I just stare at him, unsure if the tears are going to make a very unwanted appearance tonight after all. I can feel my face start to burn under his piercing gaze, and I swallow down a wad
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