I sit up, edge over close to my window, and push it open, slipping one leg in, then the next, turning back to Jase. “Come on.â€
His smile flashes in the gathering dark as his eyebrows lift, but he climbs carefully in as I lock my bedroom door.
“Be still,†I tell him. “Now I’m going to learn all about you.
— Huntley Fitzpatrick
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