Page 152 of Playing Dirty

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Not fast.

Just decided.

Walked toward the desk.

Not mine.

Not hers.

Just the shared space between.

I watched without meaning to.

She opened a drawer.

Paused.

“Do you have a charger?” she asked.

“Bag,” I said.

She nodded once.

Walkedtoward it.

That was the first problem.

Not her asking.

Her moving.

Because now the space between us mattered differently.

She knelt slightly beside my bag.

Unzipped it.

Simple movement.

Normal.

Except I noticed how close she was to my side of the room.

Closer than she needed to be.

I stood up without thinking.

That was mistake number one.

Rowan

I didn’t hear him move until he was already there.

Not close.

But closer.

I paused with the charger in my hand.

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