Why did he have to be holding her hands? He was so close and she just wanted to curl up against him. It would feel better than this, than feeling like she was going to be torn apart from the chest outward. This was all so stupid. If she'd just not have drunk that wine...
"...huh? Me?" She blinked a few times. "Me? Not...not Mary Anne or...whichever the one with the curly hair is? Me?"
She was hallucinating. Or asleep. Crap. She'd fallen asleep in the bookstore again. Wake up. Wake up, Harmony. C'mon now...
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