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“Wait!” Winston slams the door back open. “At least get
her to put the suit on while we’re outside. That way it won’t
be a complete waste of my time.”
Adam stares at the material in Winston’s outstretched
hand. Winston rubs his forehead and mumbles something
about people always wasting his time, and Adam suppresses
a grin. Glances at me. I shrug. “Okay,” he says, grabbing the
suit. “But now you have to get out—” And pushes them both
back into the hallway.
“We’re going to be right outside,” Kenji shouts. “Like five
seconds away—”
Adam closes the door behind them. Turns around. His eyes
are burning into me.
I don’t know how to calm my heart. I try to speak and fail.
He finds his voice first. “I never had a chance to say thank
you,” he says.
I drop my eyes. Pretend heat isn’t fighting its way up my
face. Pinch myself for no real reason.
He steps forward. Leans in. Takes my hands. “Juliette.”
I peek up at him.
“You saved my life.”
I bite the inside of my cheek. It seems so silly to say
“You’re welcome” for saving someone’s life. I don’t know
what to do. “I’m just so happy you’re okay,” is all I manage.
He’s staring at my lips and I’m aching everywhere. If he
kisses me right now I don’t think I’ll let him stop. He takes a
sharp breath. Seems to remember he’s holding something.
“Oh. Maybe you should put this on?” He hands me a slinky
piece of something purple. It looks tiny. Like a jumpsuit that
could fit a small child. It weighs less than nothing.
I offer Adam a blank stare.
He grins. “Try it on.”
I stare differently.
“Oh.” He jumps back, a little bashful. “Right—I’ll just—I’ll
turn around—”