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Channing did not turn around for some time. He was waiting for me to let go of his wrist, to run away from the situation. But I held on. He had to turn back. He had to meet my eyes.
"Have I done something wrong?" I asked innocently, looking for the answer. But his brows crinkled. As if not correctly understanding why I asked that.
His body turned to face me as he stood outside of my bedroom door frame and I opened the door full. His eyes looked down, and my eyes followed. He saw me still holding on to his wrist and I let go as if gently swatting a fly. It hadn't taken me a lot of time to adjust to the presence of men, but Channing had pulled me in yesterday, when drunk. It had made it difficult for me with him.
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