“How often?” I asked casually. “Hmmm?” He sounded as if I had pulled him from some other train of thought. I still didn’t turn around. “How often did you come here?” “I come here almost every night.” I whirled, stunned. “Why?” “You’re interesting when you sleep.” He spoke matter-of-factly. “You talk.” “No!” I gasped, heat flooding my face all the way to my hairline.
Still creepy
