“Then why aren’t you staying away from me? Why are you out here with me right now, offering to drive me home, and holding my hand?” I peered up into his eyes, really wanting to know. He lifted a hand and brushed a strand of hair back from my face. “Honestly?” I nodded. “Because I can’t. I nearly didn’t come at all tonight because I knew you’d be here. That’s why I’m so late. But then I get here, determined to ignore you, and you’re fleeing the party like Cinderella at midnight. And here I am, with a waiting carriage. I can’t ignore you, Lacey. Not when I can’t stop thinking about that night we
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