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A New Phone
After she buckled up, Zayd grabbed Lilyan's hand. She looked down, letting her hair hide her heated face. She had told herself that friends could hold hands this way. That as long as their fingers were not intertwined, it didn't mean anything. In the same movement, Zayd laid their clasped hands onto his thigh. She stifled a gasp. Was he messing with her again? Was this also acceptable? She wasn't entirely sure that it was. Just as she was unsure that his spending the night and sleeping in her bed was acceptable friendly behavior. Did he want to be more than friends, too? What would he do if she twisted her hand, ever so slightly, and laced her fingers through his? Lilyan peeked up through her hair to see Zayd looking at her questioningly. Her face heated again. “What?” he asked her, g
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