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Daphne I still couldn’t believe that my brothers hadn’t noticed the fact that Louis was glued to my side. He found every opportunity to put a hand on me, in small, innocuous ways. Pressing the small of my back to guide me out the door, a touch on my shoulder to point out someone who was waving at me, laying his palm over my forearm when he spoke to me. No one seemed to notice, but I sure did. It was all so confusing, but I didn’t try to stop him, because frankly, it felt good. It felt comforting. It even made the ever-present nausea recede. It soothed my frayed nerves and calmed that ever present lonely ache that Nate had left behind. Nate was in the auditorium. I couldn't sift out his spicy scent in the massive crowd of people, but I felt him there, I was sure of it. And when I held my