Summer meets my gaze with a smile before mouthing, “it’s harmless,” and gesturing for me to sit. I do as I’m told, and she takes my hand in hers, curling our fingers together out of sight. Her electrifying touch distracts me from my anger, and conversation buzzes around me as I relish in the warmth of Summer’s hand. Her fingers are bouncing on my knuckles as though she’s keeping time with a tune, and I’m suddenly hit with a flash of déjà vu. I smile, lost for a moment in the memory, until I notice Greg’s eyes bore into Summer once more before he winks. What the actual… “Get the fuck out of my
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