Fallon had been quiet throughout, almost as if he wasn't there, but it was hard to pretend he wasn't when the entire side of his body was pressed against mine. Uncomfortable, but every time I moved even a little, our skin would brush, or the silk of my dress against the fine cotton of his shirt and create wonderful, wonderful friction. It was hard to keep my mind from wandering.
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