Hallie shrugged. “That’s not my thing. I’ll ask Elian, though.” Hawthorne nodded, accepting both his shot and Hallie’s from Casey when she turned to hand them over. “To the two of you,” he said. “To us!” Casey cheered back. “You guys keep an eye out for me—I’m gonna go ask someone to dance!”

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“You want to spoil me,” Hallie said flatly. “Is that it?” “And your friends by association, in this scenario.” “Is that like a fetish thing?” “No,” he snorted. “Maybe more of a…love language thing. Isn’t there one about gifts?”

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Hawthorne traced a finger along one of Hallie’s wrists, but straightened up to keep from leaving her with no space to breathe whatsoever. “I do it because I like to give you what you want,” he murmured. “What you like. Whether that’s something tangible or not.”

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She knew she shouldn’t have. But she wanted to. Just for a little bit, she wanted to pretend she didn’t have to be on her guard.

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“I wouldn’t have done it to show off,” he argued. “I haven’t spent my money on you a single time to show off.” “Then what are you doing it for?” Hallie asked, taking a half step backwards—just enough for her back to make contact with his chest.

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