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PIPER
Hollin wouldn’t stop looking at me. I’d chanced a glance at him through the first two openers, and he’d quickly looked away. I had gone to grab another dessert, and his eyes had followed me. I’d sung along to the hit song for the second opener, and I could feel him staring at my lips.
I didn’t know how to process this. How fast things had gone from us needling each other to this. Whatever this was, I had no idea. But I couldn’t deny that I liked the attention. I liked him watching me. I liked him looking appreciatively. But I didn’t know what it all meant. I didn’t know if he was being a dickhead like normal and there was going to be some antagonistic punch line, because that seemed more like him.
Especially after he’d touched me. I could still vividly remember the way it’d fe
