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I fold up his paper and hand it back to him "Why are you here, Sam?" I sit back and wait
"I didn’t want you to see that and think…anything" He fidgets
"Why does it matter what I think?" Tap Tap
"Because I care what you think"
I shake my head "What I think doesn’t matter"
"It does," he protests He turns his head and whispers a curse Then he looks back at me "It matters to o visit to make this declaration?" I feel bad the moment that comes out of my mouth, but I can’t take it back
He folds the paper and stuffs it into his pocket "You knohat?" he bites out "Never ets to his feet and hitches his crutches under his arms He hops two steps and turns back to me "Do I matter to you at all?"
My hand shakes as I brush my hair from my face "What do you mean?"
"Do you care about me at all?" he asks "Tell me the truth"
"I don’t knohat you want e of the sofa
"I don’t kno you feel," he says quietly
"We don’t even know each other…" I begin But I don’t kno to finish
"I want to know you" He scrubs a hand down his face "Do you want to know me?" he asks quietly
"Sam…"
He hobbles his way toward the door
"Sa important is about to walk out the door
"What?" he snaps, turning to face me
"What do you want fros "I want to learn about you, and let you learn about irl," I say quietly
His eyes narrow "What does that mean?"
I point toward his pocket "I’ my shoulders
He hobbles back toward ht by my face With hi ato you," he says He points toward h I’d like to find out what that’s all about" He kisses my cheek really quickly, and I can feel it all the way to oes soft "I really like kissing you And I’d like to do it some more"
"But…"
"But every time I call you, you don’t answer When I coet past the front desk" He throws up his hands "If you don’t want to see o away"
I want to see him I want to see him so badly "Sas "Hey, Henry," he says He looks at"Okay," he says "I’ll tell her" He hangs up his phone "There’s someone downstairs ants to see you"
"Why did Henry call you to tell you that?" Why didn’t he call us?