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He stopped in front of me.

For several seconds, neither of us moved.

This his head moved down.

To my hand.

My eyebrows lifted.

“What?”

He tilts his head.

He steps closer.

My back met the wooden wall of the stall.

My breath caught.

He plants one gloved hand against the wood beside my head.

I stared up at him.

“You know, the silent thing can only go for so long.”

His other hand settled at my waist.

His fingers tightened slightly.

Heat rushed through me.

I should’ve been wondering where my friend was.

Both of them.

Instead, I was staring at the mouth of the mask that has been chasing me.

“I’ve been thinking about you.”

The diarrhea in the mouth of me needs to be studied tonight.

I never talk to guys back home like this.

He goes still.

“Since last year.”

Nothing.

“Which is ridiculous, by the way. You stood in front of me for, like, thirty seconds.”

He thumbs moves.

“But then tonight happened.”

I swallowed.

“And now, I think I’m going to have a bigger problem.”