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My mindmy fuzzy blanket from the foot of the bed, I marched to the futon and dropped both iteh not to care that I was in o"

A corner of his mouth lifted and he shoved off the wall My heart dropped into my stomach at the sound of his footsteps on the hardwood floor, co closer

Suddenly I felt soalone with him Acutely aware that ere the only two people inside the building

"You sure about this?" He walked toward me withme anymore

I pointed "The couch," I clarified--maybe just as much for ht there"

"Thanks" He stopped before reaching the couch, looking aze caught on uitar where I’d tucked it between the futon and side table "This yours?" He sank down on the futon and picked upit on his lap

I took a protective step forward,out before I could stopmy involuntaryabout his lips "You play?"

I shrugged uncomfortably "A little I used to N-not really" God I was babbling

"No?" He plucked at a few of the strings "Then why do you have it?"

I lifted the guitar from his hands "I used to keep it in the back ofit away yet"

"Back of the closet, huh?"

"Yeah" I walked across the loft and opened the tiny closet where the vacuu sure it was secure before closing the door

I turned around and gasped, nearly yelping at finding him directly in front of me He moved like some kind of cheetah Silent and swift

His clear blue eyes flicked over uitar player?" He grinned "You know you’ll feel better if you just own it and come out to the world"

"Very funny Do I look like the musician type to you?"