“You sure you’re okay with lying to your family just to help me get a job?” “There’s lots I could never tell them. Lots I never will. This is just another one of those things. And I really need . . .” He trails off, glancing around the pristine kitchen. It’s truly so clean I could eat my meal off of almost any surface. It almost looks like it hasn’t been lived in. It’s sterile. “ . . . I really need to feel something.” I start in my seat, eyes snapping up to his. “And honestly?” He scrubs at the back of his neck, lips twisting in a wry grin. “This already feels like the most fun I’ve had in a
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