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left my body, and something
else took its place, sending all my senses into overdrive. I was
suddenly hyper-aware of each point where our bodies connected. The
warmth that radiated from his chest with each heartbeat had an
intoxicating effect on me. Noticing his heart picking up a beat
sent mine into cardiac arrest. All I wanted was to raise my head
from under his jaw, and connect with those full lips that were
calling me with each breath that caressed my hair.
    His breathing got heavier, luring my insides
to give in to temptation. Slowly, I moved my head back, toward his
shoulder, leaving my lips only inches from his neck. His jaw
clenched as my breath touched his neck, then he pressed his cheek
against my forehead. His neck connected with my lips, and I stopped
my breathing completely. He sucked in a sharp breath, and I felt
his body stiffen up under my arms. A couple of long moments passed
without either of us breathing, and then he put his hands on my
shoulders, and detached me from his body.
    “Are you alright? Did he hurt you?” He asked,
his voice slightly hoarse. The black of his pupils almost covered
the green in his eyes.
    I cleared my throat, and said “I'm okay.”
Reality kicked in, and I looked around. Good that no-one was near
us, because it would have appeared as if I was hugging air. “Are
you okay?”
    “Sure,” he released my shoulders, and let his
arms free-fall, avoiding my glance.
    “What happened to the Fat-man?”
    “Oh, nothing. I released him as soon as you
were far enough. He has no idea what happened to him. No serious
injuries, just a sore throat,” Zack let out a half-laugh, tucking
his hands in pockets.
    “I'm thinking about calling the police.
What's gonna stop him from coming after me tomorrow?” Dread washed
over me at that thought.
    “I have a better idea,” Zack said, and I
raised my eyebrows. “I followed him home. He lives nearby, so I
thought about paying him a nightly visit. If I talk to his
subconsciousness while he sleeps, I might be able to make him
forget you ever existed.”
    “What? How?” This was getting weirder by the
minute.
    “You see, this state I'm in has its
privileges. While I was hanging out in the hospital, I discovered
that if I talked near nurse's ear, she would think my words were
her own thoughts. It happened totally coincidental!”
    “Hmm. Not quite the same as deleting
memories,” I ran my fingers through my hair, not at all convinced
his idea would work. “You didn't pull that trick on me, did
you?”
    Zack chuckled, “No! Unlike them, you can see
me. There's no way I could.”
    “That's not very reassuring,” I narrowed my
eyes, still suspecting he might have done it.
    “If I could pull that on you, don't you think
I would have made you more compliant to my needs?” He flashed a
mischievous grin.
    “I wonder––” I squinted, thinking about our
hug earlier. I wondered what he meant by his needs . I felt
blood rush to my cheeks, and a set of impure thoughts piled up.
Quickly, I changed the subject. “I have to go home.”
    “Come. I know a shortcut to the next bus
station.”
    “You do?” That was odd. I lived here my
entire life, and didn't know any.
    “Yes,” he grinned. “I had to use a bus a
lot,” he winked, and I followed his lead.
    Several minutes later, we were at the bus
station just in time to catch the incoming ride. I felt sadness
expecting the same thing to happen as it did before––me getting on,
and him staying––but instead, Zack went in first. I hid a small,
inner smile, and went inside.
    Bus was almost empty, several people
scattered here and there. Zack was already sitting at the back,
watching me stumbling down the aisle as the bus rocked, and
slightly grinning. I managed to reach him without disgracefully
falling. I sat next to him, having a hard time hiding surprise on
my face. He widened his grin, tucked my hair behind my ear, and
lowered his lips to whisper something.
    “You said you’d hate me