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"Are you alright?" Torrin ask again, for the fifth time in just an hour. He hasn't left my side since we came into this room, which was about three hours ago.
I sigh, before throwing my pillow at him. He quickly dodges it, causing the pillow to hit the mirror behind him. "Torrin I swear if you ask me that question again I'm going to rip your heart out."
He rolls his eyes. "I'm just making sure." He says, now leaning on the dresser.
My eyes roll to the back of my head. "Yeah, well go make sure someplace else."
"You really want me to leave?" He questions lowly. The look on his face, made me feel bad.
I quickly shake my head. "No." I answer truthfully. "Just stop babying me. It's... weird and unusual."
"It really isn't." He says, looking down at his shoes. "You're just mak
