“Are they watching?” I asked, my back facing the tables. “Oh yeah.” He nodded, looking past my shoulders. “What are they doing?” “Making snogging faces.” “You’re kidding,” I said in horror, twisting so I could see our table. Not a single one of them was looking at us. “You’re the worst.” I shoved his shin with my boot, replacing his satisfied smirk with a scrunched brow. “Christ.” His leg faltered for a split second before he was meeting my eyes again. “It was a nudge, not a kick,” I argued. “Says the one with a working shin.” “You’re a baby.” “Am not. You’re stronger than you look,” he
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