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Within no time, the lilac room stood as though nothing had ever happened in there. No powder on the floor. No plants hanging from the ceiling. If not for the overbearing stench of sulphur, I could almost have convinced myself the entire occurrence had been nought but a bad dream.
I knew different.
As though he’d sensed my thoughts, Sean’s arm tightened around my middle and his chin resting on my shoulder snuggled in closer to my neck. “Guess you’ll be looking for somewhere new to hang out now, then?”
“I guess so.”
“You know, there’s a room across the landing. You’d be more than welcome to hang there more often.” His shrug brushed my shoulder blades. “I’m pretty certain the owner wouldn’t mind.”
My lips twitched. “Sounds like a decent offer.”
He took a step back, his arm taking me
