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The restaurant's amber lights painted long, shifting shadows across our booth. The air hummed with the clink of cutlery and muffled conversations. I sat pressed against Rhys, the glow catching the blonde strands escaping his messy bun and the clear blue of his eyes. Then the waitress leaned over our table—her lip caught between her teeth, a soft giggle escaping as her gaze dragged slowly down the abstract heart printed on his black shirt. The guys exchanged a silent, knowing look. When she finally left, Rhys's hand found my thigh, his thumb beginning a slow, soothing stroke over the denim. "Hey," he murmured, his voice a low rumble meant only for me. "You okay, you?"