Page 85 of Sweetheart

"Not really. I had help."

"You did?" I asked. "Who?"

"Well…"

Just then a guy entered and walked across the ballroom. I recognized him immediately, and as he made his way to us, I caught several of thebirthday girl's friendsmurmuring. "Is he a prince?" one girl whispered.Her friend nodded. "He looks like one. So cute." "The cutest," another said. And honestly, they werekindaright. As Dare Frost stopped in front of Viola andsmiled, I could totally see it. He was a good-looking guy. Definitely prince material. Although, my mind noted, Sam's eyes were bluer. And even if Dare was niceto look at, my boyfriend was definitely the cutest.

I blinked.

Did I really just think that?

Myboyfriend?

The cutest?

I gave myself a mental slap.

Viola tilted her head at Dare. "Hey, what are you doing here?"

"You forgot something in the car," he said and held out her bow.

"Oh, thank you," she said, grabbingit quickly from his hand. "I was insuch a hurry, didn't want to be late."

"Now, I see why you were," Charlotte mumbled, and I elbowed her side while biting back a grin.

"I forgot something too," Dare said.

He leaned forward and placed a kiss against Viola's cheek.I could've sworn I heard Aurora and severalothers sigh in response.

"Have a good night, flower."

"You too," she said breathlessly.

"Don't worry about Batman. We'll check on him tomorrow.Nice seeing you all again." Dare nodded at us, shot one last warm look at Viola, turned on his heel, and walked out as quickly ashe appeared.

"Okay, I get why you were late," Freya said, "and I approve."

I crossed my arms, trying to look stern. "Same, but next time, maybe set an alarm when you make out with your boyfriend? Then you won't lose track of time."

"Yeah, that wouldn't be weird at all," Viola said and shot me a grin. "How's yourboyfriend? Sam Bishop, right?"

"He's fine," I said.

"Sooo fine,"Aurora replied which got a high-five from Freya. She shrugged when I looked to her, and I couldn't help but laugh.

"Dare said he saw you at the Durhamsoccer game," Viola said. "It's cool that you went to support Sam."

Charlotte's eyes filled with interest. "You went to a soccer game?"

I mumbled under my breath.

"What was that?" she asked, unwilling to let it go.

"Two," I said. "I've been to two games."

"Hmmm."

Icouldn't even argue because I agreed with that 'Hmmm.' Why had I gone to two of Sam's games when I had such a freaking busy schedule? Was it just to see his eyes light up when he spotted me on the sidelines? Did his smile mean that much to me?

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