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Vesi Vanhin Voitehista 8A dark figure visible through the window grew larger as Taivuttaa leaned back into the chair, his legs were telling him to run again, on a Salugi-Eszme-related level. He stayed where he was, looking away from the window to search Novi's face for an answer.
The man was chewing his bottom lip, eyes riveted to the window. Half a second after Taivuttaa had spoken, Novi had leapt to his feet, pulling Taivuttaa with him. "Come on," he said, calm, but urgent nonetheless.
"Pray you won't find out firsthand." They were already out of the bathroom and headed for the office. "I'll explain later, if I can. For now, we just have to get the hell out of here."
Taivuttaa held his tongue and allowed himself to be pulled through the office, taking no comfort in the bright colors and cheerful order of the room. In the brief moments it took to half-run from one door to the other, the affected normalcy of it seemed
Contra-Bandy ch17"Are you going to wait for Shawn to get that?"
"No." My head was comfortably smothered in the blankets, but I could still hear Angie's infernally bitchy voice all too well.
"Only it doesn't seem fair to make him get up again when he's trying to study, you know."
"I'll get to it !"
The knock repeated itself, a little more impatient this time. Angie exaggerated a sigh. "Don't get up. I'll answer it."
My feet caught in the blanket, but my mad dash still carried me to the door before she could make good on her threat. If she'd even meant it. God was she exercising her bitch muscles today ! I kicked the blanket away, giving up the bits of me that longed for dignity and wanted to be taken seriously. They did force me to give Caroline a charming smile before they checked out, though. Shit, that reminded me. I was probably fired by now. I had to find another
Inevitable IXIt was a minute or two before I could get a sufficient hold on myself long enough to let go of my towel and even think about getting dressed. My heart was pounding so hard it actually hurt, and my lungs were aching from breathing normally instead of taking in the large gulps of air I'd needed in the hallway. He'd come over, without me wheedling or calling or anything. Did that mean something?
I dropped the sodden towel on the floor and walked over to my closet. That was the kind of look I wanted to see on his face, wasn't it? I blushed, feeling my hair start to dry a bit quicker. He'd looked like a starving man faced with a steak dinner. I pulled down a blue sort-of dress shirt that had gotten old and faded, then slid my arms through the sleeves.
Jeans were harder to findI would have to do laundry soon. I tugged on the second to last clean pair and kept my eyes on the door, wishing it would op
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