Neither of us moved.His hand stayed on top of mine. It was big and warm and rough, and it was shaking. I could feel every small tremble in his fingers. The car rolled on down the road, and the pine trees went past the windows, and inside that car the whole world had gone quiet.My mark was beating so hard I thought it would come out through my skin. Thump. Thump. Thump. Under my collar, the moonstone was so cold it hurt.I couldn't look up at him. I was too afraid of what I would see in his face. So I looked at our hands instead. His on top. Mine underneath. Like they belonged that way.Then he pulled his hand away.He did it fast, the way you pull your hand back from a hot stove. He sat back against his door and looked down at his own fingers. He opened them. He closed them into a fist. He opened them again."Did you…" he started.He stopped.I held my breath. *Don't ask me,* I begged in my head. *Please don't ask me if I felt it. Rule seven. I can't lie to you, and I can't tell you
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