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    “As though I could leave without telling you goodnight.” He looks up at me, shaking his head and grins. He slides the blade under another tie and pulls, releasing more hangers. Grabbing the cluster of clothes, he lifts them up from the bed to put everything in the closet. I pick up the empty bags, squishing them into themselves for the garbage.
    “I’ve never had someone I don’t know put my stuff away for me before.” I try to change the subject. “It’s weird and very personal,” I mumble, tossing the bag that contains my bedding onto the empty mattress. My fingers dig into the material splitting it open and dumping the contents onto the bed.
    “I’m being neighborly; you could learn a thing or two. And we have already established that you know me.” He grabs the edge of the sheet to pull it over the bottom corner.
    This is neighborly? Hanging out in some chick’s room making her bed? That is what’s considered neighborly?
    “Neighborly? So you helped them make their beds too?” I tease, jerking my head to the girls that may or may not be listening to this.
    Smoothing out my side, I sidestep down the edge of the bed.
    “Hell. No! Have you met them? They would cut my hand off and beat me to death with it if I touched their sheets… or anything of theirs come to think of it,” he says laughing, even though I feel there is some truth to that statement.
    They don’t seem like the type of girls who take a whole lot of crap. Maybe living with them will be good for me, I just have to remember Morgan has a dark side and not to piss her off. 
    “This yours?” he asks, handing me a watch that fell out of something.
    “Oh. Umm, yeah…” I bite my lip, taking it from his hand.
    He gives a long low whistle. “Looks snazzy.”
    My mind wanders back to the day it was given to me.
    “It’s nothing.” I toss it onto the bed.
    “Okay then, she says it’s shit, then shit it is. Once again, not going to ask.” He shrugs.
    “You aren’t?” I can’t help the hope that fills my voice. 
    “Nope, you can tell me when you’re ready.” He nods.
    I pick up the rest of the empty bags and begin to crush them into the rest of the pile.
    “Who’s to say I have anything to tell?” I cross my arms over my chest.
    “Everyone has a story to tell, they just need to find the right person to tell it to,” he says impassively.
    I’m balanced somewhere between wanting to scream at him to get out and laughing at how persistent he is. My eyes fall on the watch again. It was a birthday present, well sort of. It felt more like an, ‘I was out of town for your birthday… again. Here is a watch to add the all the others I have given you over the years.’ My father always had this bizarre thing he said when he handed one to me. “Time is precious, make sure you always keep track of it.” How thoughtful, coming from a man who had no time for me. 
    “Are you okay?” he asks. I look up to see him standing closer; I don’t remember him walking over to me.
    “I don’t have suitcases because… I didn’t feel they were a necessity,” I explain. “And the watch, that was a gift, a meaningless gift, because the person who gave it to me… did it out of some sense of obligation.” I look down at the watch. “Now, get out.” I point at the door, my voice taking on an ominous tone, her tone.
    I don’t want someone asking if I’m okay…
    I don’t want a relationship...
    A date...
    A friend… especially not him.
    Men are all the same.       
    “I’m sorry.” I cover my mouth when I realize who I just sounded like. “That was rude. Please, get out.” I wave my arm to the door, taking slow steady breaths through my mouth.
    His hand raises as he steps closer, and my attention shifts to observe. “ Don’t move an inch, Princess,” her voice rings in my head . I clench my teeth, waiting, when he moves my hair behind my ear.
    To a normal girl… a girl unlike the one in front of him, this would