I have no choice. “I—” “I’ve changed my mind,” Dylan suddenly announces to the table, and I let out a very obvious sigh of relief. “I feel like getting my sing on tonight.” He stands and raises his glass in the air. “Let’s do this,” he yells and knocks back the rest of his drink. I’m momentarily caught off guard that he’s drinking until his eyes meet mine, and he smiles shyly. Understanding dawns on me. He’s doing this for me. My beautiful savior. My heart rate picks up as I’m caught in yet another moment of lust. I subtly clench my fist and dig my nails into my palm to focus on something
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