Continued from chapter 14.
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“Mary.” Theo's voice was smooth when he called her name.
Mary waited a few more moments before turning to Theo.
He sighed and twisted so that he faced her fully. His hand rested only an inch from her thigh that was clothed in a pair of his sports shorts. He had probably worn them to play basketball on Saturdays with his friends like a normal man would, though he was anything but that. She guessed he was good at keeping up with pretenses.
“Do you want to go home?” It sounded like a genuine question.
She studied his face and tried to discern if he was serious. He was, and her eyes narrowed in annoyance. 'Does he really want to know?' a small voice said in her head, mockingly.
“What I mean is,” Theo said, probably sensing the snarky response perched on th
