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It was a tiny apartment, do there wasn't much places to show him, just the kitchen, my bedroom and the bathroom and toilet.
And I doubted he'd ever get lost in a one bedroom apartment.
I was still hanging onto Mr. Fairchild like a really sad koala when he finally loosened his grip enough to get a good look at me. One of his big hands cradled my neck while his thumb brushed over my racing pulse, almost absentmindedly.
"Have you eaten anything?" he asked, his voice low and surprisingly calm for a guy who just had his lapels used as a tow rope.
I blinked up at him, my brain still foggy. "Uh... no? I mean, I thought about cereal yesterday. Or maybe the day before. Honestly, time feels messed up right now."
His brows furrowed in that way that usually meant someone upstairs was about to have a Very Bad Day. "Theodore."
"What? I was busy nesting or at least trying too, sir! Priorities!" I shot back.
