I knew more about her for never having spoken to her. We didn't need to. Because the way she looked at me sometimes, that said it all. She wanted me. She didn't mind that I'd stop by her apartment late, or that I'd watch her sleep, buried under her gray blanket, while the stars strung around her room blinked on and off to the rhythm of her breathing.


25. Adam

I loosened my grip, but not enough for her to run. And she would. The fear in her eyes told me so. People passed while I continued to hold her in place.

She didn't call out.

That was smart.

"Please come with me," I whispered, leading her around the corner to her apartment. "I need you to understand why I did everything that I did."

"Why did you?" she asked, her eyes narrowed. She was pissed. Pissed and scared.

I brushed a hand through her hair, and she flinched. "I did it for you. Because I love you."

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