A knock on the door interrupts my happiness, replacing it with confusion. I put my finger to my mouth and turn just to look at the door. After another moment, the person knocks on the other side. “Open up, Elijah! I know you’re in there. We need to talk.” I widen my eyes at Fox, continuing to hold my finger to my mouth. Elijah is the guy that holds the lease on the apartment. The guy talking through the door worries me, since everyone who knows Elijah knows he’s in Italy for the summer. “Come on, Elijah. We both know you came back early because of me. Let’s just talk.” Oh no, this is starting
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