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33 Knock Knock

C9 I stared at the number, innocently set into the door, and chewed on ed Still fifteen ht

If only I hadn’t stopped by the bookstore and furiously scanned the tabloids…

If only I hadn’t swung by Benta’s, who’d had boy dra episodes of PLL with her…

If only I had taken the subway instead of a cab…

If only I hadn’t made the ultimate tourist mistake and left , reaching for the key before I realized what happened I sprinted down the steps, wavingat the cab, which continued its merry path a block away Ion the seat of the cab, my Fendi fluffy keychain lost forever

I trudged back up the steps and leaned on the front door, doing a half-hearted search on the taxi commission’s website It took fivea lost item report in person Talk about archaic practices As I closed the browser, one of ratefully slipped in, one step closer to home

The elevator was halfway up before I realized I didn’t have a way to get into my apartment The spare key I’d left for Benta and Caottendrunk and loud on e to findonto be returned to its rightful place under my mat

I’d run out of options I stared at the door of C9 Carter’s apartment At least I’d re in handy I glanced aton his door

I woke hih mess of his hair, the scratch of his voice, butBare-chested, he braced , shoulders strong and wide, a six-pack screaeous cuts on either side of his hips Bright yellow pajaot about ot everything but a raw desire to drop to my knees and yank down those pants

I sed "Hey Carter"

"It’s late"