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SCARLETT
My night out with Aiden was wonderful. He introduced me to everyone he knew at his aunt’s party, which seemed to be most of the people in attendance. My eyes followed him as he deftly maneuvered conversations, standing with his huge hands tucked under his armpits, thumbs out and pointing straight up to the fairy lights that had turned on overhead. Now and again he would pull us aside to talk to me alone, and I luxuriated in the sight of him running his hands through his hair while staring at my mouth.
Staring. Not talking at all. Enough was said between us without speaking, as if words mattered little.
“Well, I’ve had about enough of patronizing the arts. You?” he finally said.
My heart dipped a bit, thinking it meant the night came to an end, and I realized my feelings we
