She wants to cut to the chase. I get it, get in, get out, right? But the girl still hasn’t looked up and now I’m getting pissed. “Tutor Girl ...” I drag out, cocking my head to the side. “Look at me.” Her shoulders stiffen and she gives herself an extra second by running her tongue across her rust-colored lips before sitting back in the chair. She tucks her chin in and a little to the right, slowly lifting her eyes to mine. It’s as if she’s afraid to meet my gaze head-on, but now that she’s forced herself to make the move, she doesn’t cower or quickly flick them away. She stares, pretty sure
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