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Foxfire
The next thing I know, Tank is closing my laptop.
“Bedtime.”
“Wha—!” I cry. “It’s only—” I glance at the clock. It’s almost midnight.
“Come on.” He points to the bedroom.
I yawn. I am pretty tired. “Okay, Big D.”
He shakes his head but doesn’t correct me. In fact, I think I see the corner of his lips twitch.
“Wait, are you spending the night?”
“You got it, Princess. Right out here.” He’s already found a blanket and pillow for the couch and brought in his black bag from his truck. He must’ve grabbed it when I was in the bathroom or something.
I pause a moment.
“You’re not in any danger from me,” he says quietly. For some reason, I believe him. Not sure why, but I do.
Still, the whole situation is stupid. House arrest over a misunderstanding.
As I brush my teeth in the
