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eventually spit out a few fragments of a sentence, hoping he gets my confusion. “I was only going to stay until you fell back asleep, but I fell asleep, as well. And sometime during the night, you Velcro’d yourself to me, so I stayed. And we woke up this way.”
    Dude. He did not.
    He did not just tell me I suctioned myself to him. I go to swiftly pull away, but he stops me by holding my body in place. “We both slept peacefully,” he murmurs into my freaked-out ear. “And we both were innocent.” My body relaxes, but not enough to grasp why I am now sober and still playing house with this stranger. This hot, not-so-human stranger who can probably kill me and has the power to change into a creature, or a beast. Or a—
    My delirious snicker garners his attention.
    “What is so funny?” he questions, putting my unstable moment to a halt.
    “Oh, nothing. Um… nothing.”
    I finally move because I feel it’s wrong to play cuddly right now, no matter how attracted I seem to be to him. Thankfully, I’m clothed, so I sit up and inspect my surroundings. As my room looks exactly the same, minus my door hinges, I am forced to look at my guest.
    “So…” I say, starting off the awkward conversation. Luckily, he’s still dressed in the sweatpants I gave him, but unfortunately, I’m kicking myself for not offering him a damn shirt. He sits up and his chiseled abs clench, along with my lower core, and I force myself to turn away.
    “Listen, I'm sorry about earlier. I'm not sure what you thought, but I just had a strange dream. I'm fine,” I begin, trying to pat my hair down, hoping I don’t look like a compete buffoon while fending off this… well, whatever he is. Swinging my legs over the bed, I release the blanket, walking over to my closet to retrieve my robe. I turn back and the way this man is looking at me, like he wants to eat me alive, unnerves me. “You know,” my shaky voice is back in full swing, “I don’t even know your name.” A fact that just popped into my head. I have had this enigmatic stranger in my apartment, and I never cared to ask his name.
    “Sin,” his mysterious, dark voice speaks.
    “Sin? What kind of name is Sin?” I blurt out, failing to be courteous.
    “A name I was given. My full name is Roxsin, but I go by Sin,” he merely replies, not feeling the rudeness of my question.
    “Sin… Well, Sin. Again, I want to thank you for saving me last night, but I think it’s time for you to go,” I insist fidgeting with my robe tie.
    He sits up abruptly, my eyes almost missing his movements, and before I know it, he’s standing in front of me. “I would love it to be that easy, but it’s not.” His smooth voice relays words that don’t register.
    “Okay, so… Do you need directions or something? I really don’t know my way around here, I’m not too familiar with this town either, so you’re gonna have to—”
    He presses his fingers to my lips, silencing me. “We need to talk.” His voice is becoming less gentle and more firm. It’s hard to argue with his finger still lingering over my mouth. And why the hell do I want to stick my tongue out right now and lick that finger?
    I shake my head, forcing him to lose his grip. “Listen, we don’t have to talk. It’s cool. I won’t say anything about what I saw. Just go on your way. Thank you again, but we both can just move on from this,” I state, folding my arms across my chest, trying to show how nonchalant I feel. I just want to forget about this whole paranormal, fucked-up mess that happened and move on. And by moving on, I'm totally debating on blowing my lease, not caring about the damage to my credit.
    “I’m sorry, but that’s not going to happen,” he voices, pulling me away from my future ditch-and-run plans. I focus on his eyes, and they look anything but soft. His stance now overpowering mine, I notice he has taken up a more powerful barricade around me. Shivers run down my spine as I realize this isn’t