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My shaking knees gave out on me, and Sean nudged a chair behind my legs, lowered me into it. I still held my phone pressed to my ear, but after I’d told her to b****y be quiet, Jess hadn’t spoken for at least two minutes. Neither had Sean nor I. We’d simply stood looking at each other, oblivious to the attention we’d gained from Sean’s friends, from the restaurant staff and fluorescent girls.
Overwhelmed by it all, I dropped my head into my hand. “I have to go,” I said into the phone.
After saying goodbye, I placed the phone on the table and peered up at Sean, as he pulled out a chair to sit opposite. He seemed to be waiting for me to speak, but I didn’t know what to say. I could barely think straight, let alone compose a conversation, not while he studied me so closely—nor with his
