The night passes in the form of hazy flashes. My mouth hurts from smiling. My feet ache from dancing. But I’m not on my feet in this flashing moment. No. I’m in strong arms, pressed against a broad chest, smiling up at a handsome face. He tells me to stop looking at him like that. My voice sounds far away. “And how am I looking at you?” He says I’m looking at him like a promise I can’t keep. This confuses me. Or maybe it doesn’t. Maybe it makes perfect sense. “I want to tell you a secret, but I’m scared of it.” He offers to say it for me. I nod. I notice what is hooked around his fingers,
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