“Hey, theater girl,” he mused, ruffling my already messy hair. I was about to yell at him, but then he smiled. “How’s the arm?” “Feels like it was just stabbed,” I said. “Oh, wait, it was.” He grimaced. “Did I scare you just now?” He followed up the words by thumbing over his shoulder toward the door. I shrugged one shoulder. “It’s your room.” “I’m sorry,” he apologized. Moving across the room to his dresser, he added, “Next time I’ll knock.” “You don’t have to do that.” I worried, taking a step toward him. “Oh hells no!” Jamie suddenly roared, jumping up out of the bed again to snatch me at
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