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I cannot calm the internal flutterings and speedy heart rate while I wait for Dane to appear. Pacing around the kitchen like some demented freak because we agreed to change clothes and come in here as soon as Monique leaves to run errands. No one else is home, and we’ll be alone for at least an hour before my mom returns.

I cannot focus on anything, and my appetite evades me, so making a snack is pointless. It’s been a whole thirty minutes since we got back, but as Monique is vacuuming the hall, I know Dane is probably taking his time to change and come down. It made more sense than going to one of our rooms and being unable to explain that if we got caught together, seeing as we have not been friends while living here.

Not that it should matter, as we’re allowed to be in the same room at the same time without it being weird, but I guess we both needed some space once we got here. I know I did.

I’m a frazzled mess of nerves.

“Hey, sexy.” Dane swaggers in, seemingly not in the same st