The quiet, laughing response came from behind me. "Yes?"
I whirled, one hand flying to my throat in surprise.
He lay, smiling hugely, across my bed, his hands behind his head, his feet dangling off the end, the picture of ease. He’s a sneak, too, but it’s creepy.
"Oh!" I breathed, sinking unsteadily to the floor.
"I'm sorry." He
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