“Is this a part of your dare?” I ask. Bryson’s silent for a heartbeat. He studies our hands. I’m not sure what he’s thinking and before I can ask, he nods. “It’s okay if you don’t want to—” Bryson starts to remove his hand from mine. “No,” I say. If his previous dates got to experience this, then I want to as well. Bryson smiles, and that’s how we walk to the Jeep. He opens my door and helps me get in, then races across the front of the car. Bryson settles into the driver’s seat and makes a show of taking my hand in his once more. This time he even interlocks our fingers. Bryson Keller and I
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