I stutter, turning around to face him with her photo still in my hand. Zeke's on a black board short titled Native. He looks pissed, and this time, it's not a different mad. I will myself not to, but my eyes wander down his pecs, tracing that unending 'v'. I gulp when I realise I've been staring, and it's not a good time. "Are you lost?" He tilts his head, narrowing his eyes to dark slits at the picture and coming forward. I take a few steps back, feeling the furnace creep up my neck. "I...She's beautiful." Zeke snatches the photo from my hand and whispers icily up close. "Next time, mind your business, Marelyn." "I didn't mean that. I just want to talk, Zeke." "About what?" He arches a sharp brow because the last two times I felt like talking with him, they didn't end well. Zeke knows to be on guard. I fiddle with my fingernails, averting my gaze while feeling like I'm standing on hot coals. He kept saying he wasn't a monster. I still don't know what to think yet, but I know
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