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MARIE 

Terran's practically black eyes were on me again. I could sense them like a tingling sensation running from the base of my neck and down my spine. A feeling I became accustomed to over the past three days because Terran’s sight was rarely off of me. 

While I wanted him here, I didn’t realize that him being here would mean that I was held up in a house with him, and my lack of personal space was starting to get to me. The one day I tried to leave without him to the greenhouse but Kalia whined the entire time, and he showed up on his own accord less than ten minutes into my absence. 

“Would you like to grow this one with me?” Terran asked over my shoulder, holding out his hand with a tiny seed pushed into the dirt around it. He’d asked me a few times now, but that would enta