If he refuses, then you will, what, hold his hand all day? There was the tiniest edge of jealousy. I patted her hands, I'd try to be friendly. He pushed against the opening in my body. He looked at me, and it wasn't exactly an unfriendly look.
He started toward the bathroom, not exactly limping, but close. I'd tied my hair back while it was still wet so that it lay flat and smooth to my head. I wanted to make him move, to give me more room, but I fought the urge off. That's what made me almost run into three cars, and pull into the parking lot so I could have my little moment of shock reaction.
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