As the chatter around us grew louder, I took a deep breath and focused on my plate and on the feeling of Eric’s hand on my knee. He’d stopped rubbing his thumb over my jeans, and now there was just the silent presence of his touch. Oddly enough, it was the only place on my body that didn’t feel like it was overheating or freezing. “Okay?” His voice came low and inconspicuous probably to everyone except my dad. I gave him a short nod. “Yeah.” Never mind I had trouble swallowing my next bite of food. I set my fork down and reached for the wine I’d hardly touched and took a good long swallow,
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