“I knew you’d come.” That was all I needed to slide through his door. In the starlight that shone through the screen, I saw the fan on his dresser and Wit in bed, shirtless under only the sheet. The blankets had been kicked to the floor. Too hot. I didn’t join him just yet. “How did you know?” “Because when we said goodbye, at first you told me you’d see me tomorrow.” He yawned and propped himself up on an elbow. “But then the next time you said it, it was later.” “Oh, I didn’t notice,” I lied. He didn’t believe me. “Whatever helps you sleep at night.” My eyes welled up. A beat passed.
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