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speaking into my ear again. “I'm sorry Alex and Adrienne introduced you to Evelyn so soon.”
    I don’t take my eyes off of the stage when I shake my head. “You don't have to explain.” I say. “At least. . .not now.”
    After a few seconds, Myles asks, “Would you like to dance?”
    We practiced dancing for the Winter Formal, yet still have not actually put our skills to use. Tonight it has to be put off again.
    “ I can’t,” I say. “I have to go work the merch booth for a few hours.”
    When we were signed on to play here, we had to fill out some paperwork about when we’d be willing to play, when we preferred to use the practice spaces, and if we would want side jobs working the merch booths for other bands. Myles told me that I’d be making enough money playing, but as someone who has no car because of a certain “accident” and wants to get a new one as soon as possible, I signed up.
    I stand. “It was nice meeting you,” I direct toward Evan and Ava, who smile at me for a second before returning their gazes to Honus.
    “ I’ll come with you,” Myles offers.
    As tempting as that is, I don’t want to be that girl who needs her boyfriend around every second of the day. “No way,” I say. “Watch the rest of the show. I’ll meet you when it’s over.”
    He smiles and leans in for a hug. “Okay. Have fun.”
     
     
    I spend the rest of the show with a decent, if not far away view of the stage, handing over shirts and counting out change. I’ve had worse jobs.
    When the last band is saying thank you and goodnight, there’s a rush of people, and I only get a short goodbye from my family and Boo and Trei as they buy buttons with the rest of the crowd. They also inform me that Stevie, Jade, and Laura are sleeping at their apartment. The plan was to have them at mine, but it’s suddenly changed.
    “ Oh, come on,” Boo says, lingering at the edge of the wooden booth. “You and Myles need some alone time.” He wiggles his eyebrows. I know he’s joking, but I throw his t-shirt at him anyway before he joins the swarm of people as my friends and family funnel out of Club Midnight.
    When the crowd has cleared and the only people left are a few stray band members, Myles finds me. Jamie comes around to each booth and separates the tips. I pocket my portion, not even bothering to count it because it’s a huge wad of singles.
    It’s close to two AM when we’re finally back at my apartment.
    “ Do you want to come in?” I ask Myles, who walked me home.
    I swing the door open, ste pping inside so he can follow.
    “ Aren't you tired?” He takes a step inside.
    I shrug. “I'm kind of wide awake after tonight.” I start to pull the pins from my hair.
    Myles sits on the couch watching me as I sit next to him. “Your chest is sore,” he says.
    I turn toward him and he shrugs. “I asked Evan,” he explains.
    “ You asked Evan if my chest was sore?”
    “ I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”
    “ I'm fine.”
    “ Are you sure?”
    Absently, I touch the top of the long vertical scar on my che st over the fabric of my dress.
    “ Yeah. It just feels a little raw. I guess I'm not used to singing like that.”
    I let my fistful of bobby pins fall onto the surface of the coffee table and run a hand through my hair.
    “Did you have fun tonight?” he asks, turning toward me so our thighs touch for a brief moment.
    “ Hell yeah.” Besides the little weird parts, hell yeah.
              I run my fingers through my hair. Myles brushes it from my shoulders and I stop what I’m doing.
    “ You look nice,” he says.
    “ Right.” I snort. “Sweaty makeup and messy hair must be a good look on me.”
    His eyebrows knit together. “It's not funny.”
    I close my eyes and his hand cups my jaw.
    “You look beautiful,” he murmurs. When I open my eyes again, his nose is touching mine. My pulse pounds in my ears. “May I?” he asks.
    He means kiss me.
    I swallow and I nod.
    And