I looked down. She still had a tight grip on my hand.
“Uh…could you let go of my hand?” I asked stupidly.
In her singing tangent, she forgot she was holding my hand. She stopped, finally noticed that she was holding and what I just said.
“Why should I?” She said, turning to me, not letting go of my hand.
“Sweaty palms.” I lied.
“I don’t mind sweat.” Helena said, implying something very sexual.
“Well,” I said. “I don’t either.”
Why the hell did I just say that?
Helena raised an eyebrow.
I’m pretty sure that isn’t a twitch…
Our faces were inches away from each other. I was dying to put a hand on her hip, but I know what would happen after that. We were so close to kissing now, and I want to so bad.
She is so hot…
“Where’s Derek?” I asked, ruining everything.
Helena stepped back, looking disappointed.
“He’s in his bedroom, getting ready.”
She looked like she had something to hide.
“I have to get something from there.” I lied, and started walking.
“No!!” Helena stepping in from of me.
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