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Then another.

And a moment later, I watch the flash of red and blue lights bounce down through the night as cop cars speed past my building.

Slowly, I turn my gaze back to the man facing me.

He lifts a shoulder, and the edge of his mouth pulls up into a smirk.

This man is running from the cops.

He’s running from the cops and he’s standing in my living room. Like nothing is amiss. Like he just decided to take a different route home.

His body shifts and I think that maybe that’s all this will be. The police have passed by, now he can leave.

But he lifts a foot and steps closer.

Panic starts to flare brighter inside me, hitting its flash point, when another gust of wind lifts the edge of his suit jacket.

Oh god, he has a gun.

He doesn’t reach for it though. He just… lowers himself onto the couch.

My couch.

Beside me.

Once again, my mouth opens with nothing coming out.

What is he doing?

What is happening?

“I love this movie,” he says, almost to himself.

What. In. The. Hell. Is happening?

His large body fills up too much space on the couch. All my furniture is small. Small because my apartment is small. Small because it’s only ever me here.

I sit frozen, wondering if I should say something, but he keeps his focus on the tv.

Is he… is he just gonna stay here?

I start to shift, wondering if I can just get up and slip away.

“I’d rather you didn’t get up.” He doesn’t turn his head when he says it, his tone casual. But there’s no hiding the fact that it’s not a request.

My breathing picks up, as I remain facing forward. Prickles running up and down my arms.

Great,nowmy animal reaction decides to catch up to the situation.

There’s no question that this man is dangerous.

And he’s too close.

I never let men get this close.

My entire body starts to tremble. “Please don’t—” I cut off my plea, not wanting to put my specific fears into words.

I can hear the rustle of fabric as he starts to turn toward me, and I squeeze my eyes shut.

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