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Alone
I’m squeezed against the small nook of my door, wanting to be as invisible as possible. As I finally hear footsteps coming my way, my heart starts racing like crazy. Okay. This is him, right? How do I even talk to him now? I didn’t think this through, did I? I freeze, suddenly unable to move, while the footsteps keep getting closer and closer. I shut my eyes close, thinking he might just put the bag down and leave if I pretend that I can’t move. But as the sound suddenly stops right in front of me, I realize I have no such luck. I peek through my half-shut eyelids, my chest doing a flip as I recognize Marcus’s tall frame. “Relax, I’m alone,” he assures me, but his tone is a little reserved. I finally dare to open my eyes fully, drawing in a sharp breath as my gaze travels downwards, to w
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