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ETHAN STEPPED INTO my bedroom and I instinctively put some distance between us.
Noticing, he gave a sardonic grin and shut the door behind him. “Relax.”
“Easy for you to say.”
Ethan’s eyes moved to my robe. “Are you really that frightened of me?”
“I... don’t know,” I lied. “Anyway, my eyes are up here.”
He looked amused.
“What do you want from me? Besides...” My cheeks burned. “You know...”
Ethan’s lips curled up. “Your body?”
“At least you’re honest,” I said dryly.
He chuckled.
“Seriously, though, are you just here to hook up?”
Ethan’s face turned serious. “No.”
I knew it. He wanted to suck my blood.
“I have an iron deficiency. Just so you know,” I lied.
He didn’t answer.
“I guess I probably don’t drink enough water. I tried giving blood once, and they barely got any, s
