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I wanted to comfort her but had no idea where to even start. So I stayed quiet, feeling like the failure I fought so hard to never be.

“I can’t believe I fainted,” she said a few minutes later.

She sounded almost embarrassed, and I looked over at her, though I didn’t grab her hand and squeeze it to reassure her, even though I desperately wanted to.

“You were deprived of oxygen and probably had the biggest adrenaline rush of your life. And you saw someone choked unconscious. You’re excused,” I said.

“Thanks,” she responded, though I didn’t think she meant it.

It didn’t matter.

“The first time I saw something like that, I threw up,” I said.

“How old were you?” she asked.

“That’s not important,” I responded.

She looked like she wanted to press, but I was grateful that she didn’t.

I hadn’t intended to say that anyway, didn’t need to give her more information about me than she needed. But, as seemed to be the case more than I liked, when I was with Amethyst, I found myself wanting to share, wanting to build on that connection that I still didn’t understand.

But now wasn’t the time.

“Where are we going?” she asked.

“To my place,” I answered.

“You live in the Market District. That’s in the other direction,” she said.

“You’ve been checking me out?” I asked, knowing I had never told her where I—Josh Kelley lived.

“I felt like I was entitled,” she said.

I looked over at her and smiled, and she returned it, but only for a moment.

“Josh Kelley lives in the Market District. My place is in this direction,” I said.

She didn’t say anything, but I could see that she was looking out of the window with interest.

Maybe she was curious about me.

More than likely, she was just trying to gather any information that she could, which was what I would have been doing.

And exactly the reason why I shouldn’t have been bringing her here.

But taking her to my front apartment felt wrong.

I didn’t want to examine why, so I didn’t. I just went with instinct.

I pulled into the garage of the four-unit building.

I was the only person who lived in the building, but I liked the extra units in case my security or my brother needed somewhere to crash.

She looked around as we entered the ground floor, which I had taken as my own.

“Not what I expected,” she said.

“What did you expect?”

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