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Dawn “Don’t look at me like that?” I flip my hand at him. He slowly tilts his head to the side and slowly narrows his eyes at me before his left lip lifts into a smirk. He stalks towards me and finally stands a foot away from me. “And just how am I looking at you?” He asks with a smirk. “Like you want to devour me.” He huffs, “Maybe I do,” I stare at him before shaking my head and walking past him and into the house. Men and their snide remarks. “You know you don’t have to babysit me, right?” I say, standing at the foot of the stairs. It’s the second time I am making this statement to him, and I mean it. I don’t want him to feel obligated to take care of me as if it's his job when he isn't even my friend. “It’s not me babysitting, but doing my friend a favor. Besides,