Infatuation

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.

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24. Avery

The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end. I attributed it to the breeze that had come on suddenly, because that's why it happened.

"Avery?" Adam's voice, laced with concern. "I'm sorry. Did I scare you? I didn't mean to. I was just curious." He laughed. "Morbid curiosity, I suppose."

"What would I do if you killed someone?" I asked, looking around to see that we weren't overheard. "Why are you even asking me that question?"

My body tensed, and instead of running, I was rooted to the spot. When I spoke, my voice shook.

"I have to go," I said.

When Adam reached out and wrapped a hand around my wrist, it hurt. "You can't go," he said quietly. "I need to explain. I need you to understand that I didn't mean to do it." His expression cracked, and his voice changed. "I didn't want to kill her."

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