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I broke eye contact, aware of how fluttery it made me feel. Honestly, how Hayden managed to undo people with just a look was something I couldn't understand. He held out a piece of white cloth to me. It seemed to be a jersey of some sort wrapped carefully.
"You're not wearing pink, since you'll be identifying as a vampire," he said, and I took the clothes from him.
I began to look around, as everyone came closer, gathering as the voice on speakers commanded them to do, "Where will I change?" I asked, looking at him.
He shook his head, and stepped closer, freeing my hands of the clothes.
"You can just wear it here. Why do you have to be so slow?" He asked, as he pushed the sleeveless top over my head.
"You said you'd be nice," I reminded him, and he slowed down in his bid to dress me. Gently, he pulled my hair out of the tank top, while I put my arms through the arm holes.
