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"No, I just get nervous around crowds," I said. "Sometimes, I even freeze up. That's the worst."
Felix nodded. "People can be scary."
My eyes went to his. "It's a stupid fear though."
"What's stupid about it?" he said. "Fears hardly ever make sense."
I lifted a brow.
"It would be stranger if you weren't scared."
"Yeah, right," I said.
"It's a big audience," Felix pointed out.
I nodded. "3,200 seats."
"Did you look that up?"
I shrugged. Of course, I had. I'd searched the specs for every stop on the tour, couldn't help myself. It eased my mind a little.
"Alright, well, that many seats plus probably twice that sitting and standing in the grass."
My throat tightened.
"This first show is supposed to be sold out."
"It is?" I asked.
He nodded. "Like I said, it would be weird if you weren't—"
"Excuse me," I mumbled, diving toward the toilet bowl.
Again, I dry heaved, trying to block out the fact that Felix was witnessing my moment of weakness. But that was easier said than done. It became impossible when I felt his hands ease into my hair, holding it back away from my face.
"Ah," he said, "sorry, princess."
"What are you sorry for?" I asked.
"Should've thought before I said anything."
I shook my head. "Not your fault."
"Disagree on that."
As I sat back up, trying to catch my breath, I felt his fingers tighten in my hairbefore releasing. The strands fell from his fingers, and I watched him watch thembefore coming up to meet my eyes. I immediately missed his touch—even ifitwas just on my hair. The feeling had been foreign yet wonderful.And how crazy was it that I was currently sitting on a bathroomfloor across from a guy I hardly knew, and I somehow found anything romantic about this situation?
Seriously, there was something wrong with me.
Ishook my head. "Like I said, not really princess material."
Felix stayed quiet.
"You could be a prince though."
He scoffed at that.
"I bet you're not scared of anything," I said.
