Calloused fingers gently brush the back of my hand. “Nervous?” “Is it that obvious?” “If it makes you feel any better, my mom likes you.” Weirdly, it does. “Sorry.” I sigh, knuckling my eyes until the stinging behind them recedes. “I know I’m being silly.” A soft huff is Nick’s only reply. “What?” “I’m just wondering how many times a day you apologize for shit that isn’t your fault.” All the blood rushes to my cheeks until I swear I’m radiating heat. I mumble some non-descript answer that does nothing to ward off Nick. His pinky brushes mine a second before he hooks the digits together,
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