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He slides his arm around my waist and guides me off the bus.

We're friends.

Just friends.

But the way he's touching me doesn't feel remotely platonic.

Chapter 9

Violet

The Mexican restaurant down the block—it's more like half a mile—is a hole-in-the-wall place. Its menu is scribbled in chalk above the counter, but then I don't really need to look at the menu. I already know what I want.

Ethan and I get in line.

As usual, he is effortlessly cool. I'm a nervous wreck but I'm doing an all right job keeping that to myself.

I press my lips together. "Your cap is really red."

His smile lights up his eyes. "That is the team color."

"Yeah, but won't it mess up your hair?"

"Lots of guys wear baseball caps on stage."

"Not the ones who bounce around and pull off their shirts mid-set."

Ethan cocks a brow. "Have you been coming to Dangerous Noise shows?"

I lean in to whisper in his ear. "You're more famous than you think you are."

My cheek brushes his neck as I pull away. He's warm and the skin-to-skin contact is setting me on fire. I want more of it.

I want all of it.

Ethan takes off the cap and shakes his head. His hair falls back into that effortless style.

"That isn't fair," I tease. It really isn't. I have to blow dry my hair to get it to cooperate.

He shrugs, still effortless.

Ethan's voice drops to something low and serious. "Piper was happy to see you."

"She's sweet."

He holds up his buzzing cell phone. "She keeps texting to tell me not to fuck this up."

I study the expression in his bright blue eyes. He seems sincere. But what does that mean? It's almost like Ethan agrees with Piper that he fucked things up between us.

It's almost like he wants me back.

But that's ridiculous.

Hell, it's impossible.

I try to say something, anything, but my tongue is stuck to the roof of my mouth. What am I going to say? I'm not going to ask him if he wants me back. That doesn't matter.

Ethan and I are over. Forever.

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