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again. “You’re making me ner vous. Not to ment ion ruini ng my hi gh. ”

I roll my ey es and swing my leg s over. “Hea ven forbid a joint go to
waste. ” I ho p down and wipe my ha nd s across my jea ns . “Better?” I say
as I walk toward hi m.
He let s out a rush of air, as if seei ng me on the led ge actually ha d
hi m ho lding his brea th. I pass hi m to hea d for the side of the roof
with the bet ter view, and as I do, I can’t hel p but no tice ho w

unf ortuna tel y cute he is.
No. Cute is an ins ult.
Thi s guy is beau tiful. Well-mani cured , smel ls like money, looks to be
sev era l yea rs older tha n me. His ey es crink le in the corners as they
follow me, and hi s lips seem to frown, ev en when they aren’ t. When I
rea ch the side of the building tha t overl ooks the street , I lea n for ward
and stare down at the cars below, trying no t to appea r impres sed by

hi m. I can tel l by hi s ha ircut alone tha t he’s the kind of man peo ple
are ea sily impres sed by, and I ref use to feed int o hi s eg o. Not tha t he’s
done any thi ng to make me think he ev en has one. But he is wea ring a
casual Burberr y shi rt, and I’m no t sure I’ve ev er been on the radar of
someo ne who could casually afford one.
I hea r footstep s approachi ng from behi nd , and then he lea ns

agains t the railing nex t to me. Out of the corner of my ey e, I watch as
he takes ano ther hi t of hi s joint . When he’s fini shed , he offers it to
me, but I wave it off. The last thi ng I need is to be und er the
infl uenc e around thi s guy. His voice is a drug in itsel f. I kind of want
to hea r it again, so I thro w a ques tion in hi s direc tion.
“So wha t did tha t cha ir do to make you so ang ry?”
He looks at me. Like real ly looks at me. His ey es meet mine and he

just stares , ha rd, like all my sec ret s are right there on my face. I’ve
nev er seen ey es as dark as hi s. Maybe I ha ve, but they seem darker
when they ’re attached to such an int imidating pres enc e. He does n’t
ans wer my ques tion, but my curiosity isn’t ea sily put to res t. If he’s
going to force me down from a ver y pea cef ul, comfortable led ge, then
I ex pec t hi m to ent ert ain me with ans wers to my no sy ques tions .

“Was it a woman?” I inq uire. “Did she brea k your hea rt?”
He laughs a little with tha t ques tion. “If onl y my issues were as
trivial as matters of the hea rt.” He lea ns int o the wall so tha t he can
face me. “Wha t floor do you live on?” He licks hi s fing ers and pinc hes