I opened the door half asleep.
She was wearing my missing hoodie.
“I think this is yours,” she smiled. “You left it… last time.”
There had never been a last time.
She walked in without waiting and looked around like she’d memorized the place.
“Relax,” she said softly. “You’re too tense.”
Her fingers traced the back of my neck like she’d done it before.
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