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I put the ChapStick back inuys walk "So when does the music start? Because I think once it does I’ll be able to handle it better"

"That doesn’t make any sense Music is noisier" He reaches up to scratch his forehead Watching his fingers move reminds me of how he touched ured out which one yet, and I’ the scar that clearly gives ahat I did that day on the bathroo h I hate to admit it, beautiful--because, seriously, who does that? Who feels the heartbeat of another person like it’s i toontoward him so I don’t have to yell over the bustle of the crowd "And it’ll settleto Landon

His forehead creases like he’s deeply conte, but all he says is, "Cos his arh the crowd, steering me with him I wrap my arms around his midsection as smoke snakes around us

"Oh and by the way," he says, turning us to the side to get around two trucks parked closely together "Dylan was superpissed about the purple tent" He sthe way I lose track of how many I’ve taken I don’t realize it until we reach the tent area, which is basically a bunch of tents set up in random places that have chairs and coolers near theht in his scent as we step out into the sea of tents, suddenly aware of how clear o of him I’m not sure what to do with the revelation Run? E onto Quinton when Delilah and Dylan duck out froer tent stands to the side, and Tristan is working to get the poles in it correctly so it’ll stand up straight

The three of them notice us simultaneously They all look like they want to say a reether; Delilah’s will probably be sassy, Dylan’s crude--and Tristan, by the look on his face, e to control the away froet my feet to cooperate

"So who’s up for a little business?" Dylan asks, slipping his plaid jacket off He balls it up and chucks it into the tent, while Delilah heads over to a red cooler that’s between the two tents

"I thought ere going to keep this strictly fun," Tristan says, squinting as he threads a pole through the fabric of the tent "Wasn’t that the deal?"

Delilah returns to Dylan and hands a beer to him "Yeah, you said this was just fun"

"I said it could be fun for you" He pinches her ass and unscrews the lid of the bottle "I have to work"

I’h not to knohat kind of work they’re doing--it’s the sa out in the back of the sporting goods store, even though no one said anything to me It makes me very aware of the environment I’m in, but I don’t seem to care I used to care about stuff all the ti I cared about theor was insignificant

My cheek is pressed against Quinton’s chest, and his heart is striking rapidly frooing to relax," he says,toward the cooler with his arm still arounddrive"

"It was four hours," Tristan griot his shirt off His chest glistens with sweat, and his jeans hang low on his hips "Besides, all your dumb ass had to do was sit in the backseat" His voice drops to a ain, we kno great it is to put you behind the wheel"

I feel the volt of panic surge through Quinton’s body, and every single one of his htens and he quickly jerks his ared He just hurries off, his expression blank, and seconds later he vanishes into the crowd

I’ towhere he’s running off to I should go after hiain, I just stand there, not doing anything

I turn to Tristan and without a second thought say, "Why did you say that?"

Tristan avoids eye contact with o after Quinton You two see it off so well"

I stare at hi on Why would Tristan make a co?