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He looked up at me without the least bit of remorse.
The light streamed in through a crack between the curtains, a slice of sunshine across his angular face and curves of his shoulders, illuminating his blue eyes as tiny specks of dust danced in and out of the beam.
I realized I wasn’t breathing and clutched the clothes in my hands with sweaty palms, needing to get out of that room before I suffocated. “All right . . . well, I’ll see you tonight, Tricky.”
“Sure.” His voice was tight, the smile somehow gone from his face without me realizing when it had left.
I wondered if he was as affected by me as I was by him, just before walked away from him with only one other thought.
This cannot be good.
