Chapter 27
Michael and I kept eye contact, but Julia switched between us nervously. She could feel the tension in the air and took a small step back. "Should I leave?" She whispered to me as she watched Michael, yet loud enough so he could hear. "No." "Yes." Michael demanded over my voice at the same time. He had a straight face, but you could tell he was agitated. He propped himself up on the side of the door frame with his shoulder. One arm was over his head and he had a hand shoved in his front pocket. He began rubbing the back of his neck then broke our stare and glanced at Julia once. He froze his actions and raised his eye brows at Julia as he c****d his head slightly to the side. "Right." She rested her hands on my shoulders from behind me. "Just please," she paused. "No blood, or s*x, I
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