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He glances at me over his shoulder, his eyes drawn in, almost afraid . . . until he sees the coy smile breaking through on my lips. The moment his gaze dips, a smile of his own takes hold.
“Good night, Ha
ah Banana.”I blink slowly, top teeth clamping down on my bottom lip before letting go.
“Good night, Dustin Bridges.”
He reaches to his left and flips the light switch, cloaking my room in darkness. In another breath, he’s gone.
He’s gone. But he’s also everywhere. And I don’t think I’ll ever be able to shake him.