Steve leaned toward you, pretending to adjust the microphone stand. His minty breath brushed my cheek. You look tense tonight, he whispered, and even though the crowd was roaring, Steve's voice was the only thing you could hear. "I'm fine", you replied, too low for anyone else to hear. your hands, however, were shaking as you adjusted the microphone You don't look it, he continued, and his mischievous look turned fierce. Does it bother you to see me happy?
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