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Cyra
The guys won’t stop staring at me during dinner. I asked them to stop a couple of times, but then just gave up. There’s only so many times that I can glare or tell them off, but even if they look away, their eyes keep returning to me after a while. So I gave up trying.
Zack was right, the pasta smelled delicious when we walked into the kitchen and it tastes just as good. But with all of our plates empty, the guys all having taken a second serving, there isn’t much to keep us occupied anymore. The awkwardness is getting harder to deal with.
After we all calmed down, I fled to the bathroom, not able to be around them anymore after my mind had cleared. I’ve never experienced a heat this badly, it was too much.
When I stormed off, after Max chatted with his cousin and she offered
