Eve's Obsession
He extended his hand, and I had no choice but to place my palm on his.
“You still owe me a dinner date,” he smiled gently, glancing at everyone hovering at the barbeque.
“I’m really sorry, Ben,” I muttered, nodding and smiling softly.
He squeezed my hand, perhaps hoping to pull me somewhere, but Wyatt approached us, grabbing my hand and turning me to him.
“Where’s your gift, Eve?” he asked.
“What?” I panicked, looking at two best friends. “Umm…” I lifted a brow, hoping they had bought something for him.
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