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I shouldn’t have asked. If he was going anywhere, it wasn’t my business. He lived here and could come and go as he pleased. Yet, as I saw him heading for the door, I couldn’t help but feel compelled to stop him.
“Are you leaving?”
Evan didn’t answer me, and I wondered if I had even spoken aloud. I tried again, but he continued to look at me, one hand on the door, his dark eyes observing me intently. It felt like being under a predator’s gaze—strangely thrilling rather than frightening. It was a new sensation, but one I welcomed.
“Is it because of me?” I inquired.
The silence only made me more anxious, so I tried to break it by continuing.
“I don’t want to force you out of your own home,” I said.
Still, no response. Was it really that difficult to speak to me? The thoug
