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Chapter 41
There was nothing threatening in his voice, nothing to hint he was doing anything more than making conversation, but Leesa was suddenly aware of her vulnerability. She felt her heartbeat quicken, and hoped her alarm didn't show on her face.
“So, what brings you out on a night like this?” she asked. The question seemed stupid the moment she asked it—he had just said how much he liked the rain—but Stefan didn't seem to notice.
“I like walking in the rain. It's so quiet and peaceful, especially at night.” Stefan looked at the building behind her, as if noticing it for the first time. “Is that your dorm?”
His question seemed genuine. Leesa was glad to know he hadn't been stalking her, and she hoped he'd come this way purely by chance. “Yeah. I thought I was gonna take a walk, but this spot seemed so inviting, I just plopped down here.”
Stefan glanced at the ground beside her. “Mind if I join yo
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