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Me—I care.

I don’t want him in my little bubble. I’d like to opt-out of him being in this dressing room and feel the need to linger over me.

I didn’t do anything wrong. I just needed a new pants size.

“You sure about that?” I give him one good bob of my head. “Did you forget how to speak again?”

“I just want to change and not have you become a second skin with your hovering.”

“Just checking,” he replies. “Because you’re looking at me like you want to eat me alive.”

My nose kinks. “What?”

His lips curve into a crooked smile. “It’s okay, sweetheart.” He leans closer because his warm breath fans my face. “I’ll pretend not to notice.”

Me too.