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Hayden Marcell held out his slim, slender fingers to me, "Deal?"
I took them. They were tender, and larger than mine. They were also warmer than his icky personality.
"Can you really name what I'm going to get if I become your partner tomorrow?" I asked gently, and he walked to the window, pulling open the curtains.
"What you're going to get…" he pushed out the window, "is yours to decide. Come," he called, tapping the space next to him, as he sat with a little sigh.
I hesitated a bit, before walking to him. I sat, making sure to rest my back on the part of the wall that was afforded to me. The breeze was relaxing, coming in intervals.
"Is this a lover's thing? Are you now concerned about her when you should have been in the first place?" Faux asked, his voice loud enough to call everyone's attention.
