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Nothing.

I smiled anyways.

“I’m still not running.”

His gloved fingers flexed against my waist.

Then he leaned closer.

Not enough to kiss me.

But enough that the mask nearly brushed my forehead.

My breath caught.

I waited.

He waited.

And suddenly I understood.

My smile creeps back on my face.

“Ohh.”

I leaned closer.

“You want me to run.”

His head tilted.

I laughed softly.

“Fine.”

I pushed away.

His hand dropped from my waist.

I backed towards the door.

One step.

Two.

Three.

His mask followed me.

I reached behind myself for the handle.

“You better catch me.”

I pulled the door open.

Shocked faces greet me.

“Rave, what the-”