“YOU DON’T HAVE TO...” Hilarie stood in front of her locker, unsure of how to finish the sentence.
“I don’t have to what?” Eric kissed her hair and pulled her back even closer to his chest.
You don’t have to keep hovering around me. As they’d walked into school, he’d held her hand, prompting more than a few stares and whispers from her classmates. Then he’d followed her to her locker, where he’d proceeded to wrap his arms around her and give her intermittent kisses on the head and neck. She’d asked him, “Don’t you need to get anything from your locker?” He’d simply said, “No.” Now he narrowed his eyes at her. “Never mind,” she said. If she brought it up, Eric would likely get offended and they would probably get into an argument that would be witnessed by her vulture-like classmates.
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