Chapter Eight: Cop a feel
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I realize just how guilty I must be looking so I change my facial expression to look confused.
"Which shirt? I did not steal anything from the room." I say, foundling my hair nervously.
He smirks a little before advancing towards me slowly. I do not know what to do, but retreating does not seem like an option right now.
He is finally close enough to me for me to have to keep my neck in an uncomfortable position to get a look at his face and I absolutely want to die. I can not even breathe right now.
"I know you took it. Just tell me where you are keeping it and I will find it myself." he says and my eyes dart to my closet and for a second I think about confessing but I change my mind quickly.
I have to deny it till the end!
"I really d
