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Losing Control
As I meet Cyrus’s gaze, I feel like I’m about to pass out. He freezes as he realizes that that towel is probably the only thing I have on right now. Good guess there, mentor. Bingo. I keep holding the towel on the spot that’s keeping it tied around me. “Are you trying to give me a heart attack? How did you get in?” I ask after I pull myself together. He blinks a few times, then breathes in sharply. As I see the way his throat bobs up and down when he swallows, I realize he’s not completely indifferent about the view. I have to grit my teeth together to prevent myself from smiling. Damn it, it’s been a week and I’m acting the same way I was acting before I told him I needed space. I made a promise to my dad. I can’t hang out with him outside our lessons. “If I got in, you should be worri
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