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Arlo’s request

MESSIAH JORDY'S POV

Arlo pushed open the revolving door and I walked in, with him trailing behind me. His hand rested firmly on my lower back as he guided me to a table.

"Have a seat." He pulled out a seat for me and I slid in. He walked to the seat facing mine and sat too.

"Why is there no one here?" I asked him, looking around. This was one of the most famous eateries in the Pack. But strangely, no one was here. And it was noon.

"I rented the place for an hour. We need privacy." Arlo replied, still giving me that stare. The same one I woke up to and has had me fidgety all day.

"Stop looking at me like that." I couldn't keep it in anymore. The stare made me vulnerable and tense. I hated it.

"Like what?"

"Like that. With those hooded eyes drilling holes in my body. Watching my every move like I'm the prime suspect of some homicide crime."

"Well, you are a suspect of a crime. But not homicide." His voice was in a husk, turning me the fuck on.

"What crime?" I asked nervously, crossing
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