Tessa’s pov

“It’s nine o’clock,” I said, looking up at the clock over the empty bleachers.

The building had gone dead quiet except for the low hum of the pumps and the slow drip from the gutters.

Marcus stood a few feet away with the keys still in his hand like he might actually use them this time.

“I can see the clock.”

“You said you were supposed to lock up and leave hours ago.”

“I was.”

I didn’t move. The hoodie was only half zipped and the soft inside of it kept brushing over my bare skin every time I breathed. “But you didn’t leave.

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