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Stranger: Wordsyou’re not getting rid of me

My cheeks burned as er: Good Go get ready for work I’ll talk to you later

Have a good day, Stranger

I stood fro back toward the bedrooer: Hey, Words? Having what you wrote about hi now He’s your pastI think he should coest time as those stupid, stupid butterflies took up residence in ain, then I tapped out a response

Okay then

Chapter Nine

Deacon

June 11, 2016

I GLANCED AT Charlie’s car as Grahas in ain and not getting an answer, Graham tried the door, and sent er and Grey really needed to start locking their door

Loud h the warehouse, and fro in the back

"Jagger," we o let him knoe’re here," he said, and set off in that direction, but I didn’t bother to respond as a flash of blond caught s of food on the table before quietly walking toward the couches, where Charlie was curled into a ball on her side; her finger still holding her place in a book even though she was asleep

My rin as I squatted next to her "People actually fall asleep like this?" I said under my breath, and carefully took the book from her

Once I had it set down, I looked back down at her, and was struck again with the intense urge to touch her To feel her body againstas stupid as either of those things, her eyes shot open and she jerked away frohly

"Oh my God, Deacon," she whispered, her voice hoarse

"Charlie Girl"

Blood rushed to her cheeks, and though she opened her et the words out "Why are you staring at me while I sleep? It’s creepy when Keith does it, and I actually expect him to be there when I wake up"

"I" I blew out a slow breath, and sat back on ive her "I was going to wake you up You beat me to it"

"Rooainst my chest, and pushed "Give ht, she ran a hand through her long hair and looked around the large roo to orient herself

"How did you sleep through Jagger’s etting used to it, I guess"