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suggested.
    She
ran a hand over her eyebrows, her shoulders slumping slightly. A part
of me wanted to tell her never mind, to go do whatever it was she did
at night just so she didn't keep looking as anxious as she did right
then.
    “I
cant be home at night,” she said before I could tell her she
didn't have to tell me. “Like... when it's dark. I cant be
home.”
    “Not
even with company?” I asked, more than a little curious about
why a grown woman was still, for all intents and purposes, afraid of
the dark.
    “I
wouldn't know... I never have company,” she rolled her eyes.
“You were the first person to be in my house and only then
because...”
    “I
barged in.”
    “Exactly.”
    “So
what's the harm? We'll go buy some groceries for that empty fridge.
I'll cook something. Watch a movie. Whatever. Give your liver a
break. I mean... what's the worst that can happen if you're home at
night...” I started and her eyes darted immediately downward.
Ashamed. “Oh,” I said, thinking about her cuts. So that
was the deal. The nights she didn't go out. Which, since I moved in,
was one. Those nights, she cut. “Well... whatever. I wont
judge.”
    She
looked up then, her eyes relieved. Like I had offered her a life vest
when she was drowning. Like no one else had ever just blindly
accepted her problems before. And I realized with a feeling of
sympathy for her that no one probably ever has.
    “Come
here,” I said, looking down at her, watching as she stepped
past the doorway. And I knew it was bad timing. And I knew we
shouldn't... but I couldn't fucking help it.

Nine

    He
was going to kiss me. Holy fucking hell. He was actually going to...
kiss me. I have to admit, of all the things I thought might happen
when I knocked on his door: yelling and arguing came to mind. Making
plans to hang out and getting kissed were certainly not on the list
of possibilities.
    He
moved closer, closing the door behind me and slowly backing me up
into it. There was a strange lightness in my stomach. A quick,
insistent and undeniable fluttering. My neighbor was giving me
freaking butterflies.
    I
felt the cool door behind my back, hard and unbending. I pressed
against it, hoping it would shake me out of it. Ground me. Because he
was right in front of me, as close as he could get without touching
me and his eyes looked heavy-lidded and I swear all I wanted to do
was melt into him.
    And
that was fucking terrifying.
    His
hands went around me, landing on the door on either side of my head.
He leaned down toward me, making me tilt my head upward to keep my
eyes on his. And I was lost in them. His body moved slowly forward.
His knees brushed mine, then his thighs, his pelvis, his stomach,
chest. His boot-covered feet slid in between my heels, holding my
legs slightly open.
    His
head dropped lower and I felt his breath warm on my cheek.
    What
was taking him so long? I swear my entire body felt like it was
standing on edge, like it was waiting for the contact. Like it
wouldn't survive if I didn't get it. How long had it been since I was
kissed? Longer than I wanted to think about. Years? Probably.
    The
last time I remembered was in a bar the first week I moved into my
apartment, some random hot guy who was more than willing to
accommodate me after one too many drinks and sexy songs from the
speakers. I had grabbed his face and pulled him down to me. And I
remember it being frustrating and lacking.
    I
took a deep breath, watching Hunter. He leaned in quickly, taking my
lips into his. I swear white sparks went off at the contact. I heard
myself whimper as he pressed hard, taking my lower lip between both
of his and sucking. There was a bolt of desire from my belly and
downward, making me want to clench my thighs together. But his feet
were holding them apart. His teeth dug into my lower lip, moving
slightly back and forth. My arms went out, grabbing the sides of his
hips, as much contact as I felt like I could initiate.
    He
grunted, his tongue