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Kat glanced at Tristan as he pulled her chair out for her and then scooted it in when she sat down. Tristan’s expression was contemplative, but his eyes betrayed nothing of his thoughts.
Her father sat down next to Lizzy, and Tristan chose the seat next to Kat. His chair was too close to hers, but neither of their parents seemed to notice. Their knees were almost touching, and she wanted that contact so badly; her whole body silently begged her, with little sparks and flashes of heat, to get even closer to him so he could set her ablaze.
Have to stay in control. Can’t let him know how much I want to touch him, to rub my cheek on his shoulder and breathe in his scent. Tristan was addictive, but she couldn’t let herself take another hit. Forcing her thoughts away from Tristan—not that s
