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He leaned closer.

My heart slammed.

But he stopped.

Barely inches between us.

Waiting.

The realization dawned on me,

He could chase me.

He could scare me.

He could put his hands on me because id signed a piece of paper saying he could.

But this?

I stared at the mask.

He was leaving this up to me.

I reached my hand up to his mask.

His hand caught my wrist.

Fast.

I froze.

His grip wasn’t painful.

Just firm, a warning.

“Okay.”

I lowered my hand.

He released me.

I should’ve left it there.

Instead, I smiled.

“Fine.”

My fingers found the bottom edge of the mask.

His body tensed.

“I’m not taking it off.”

I lifted it only enough to uncover his mouth.

The lights go out and scream sounds out somewhere in the place.

I don’t hesitate and move forward, crushing my lisp to what I hoped was his lips.