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something tells me the guys in this house are above average in that respect.
     
      I frown at that thought. All these beautiful boys live here in this house and I…I just don't belong here. They are all friends and I'm just some girl they found. They communicate without words and move around each other with ease and I just sit here awkwardly. I should really leave now, get out of their way so they can go about their day. They've been so nice and I hate the thought of leaving but I’ve done nothing to deserve their kindness and the guilt of not being able to repay them is eating me up inside.
     
      I stand up, holding my hand out to Tristan to shake. "It was really nice meeting all of you. Thank you so much...for everything. I'll try to return the clothes when I get a chance." Tristan doesn't take my hand, he just stares at me. Alright then. I turn and head for the door.
     
      Long fingers gently encircle my wrist and keep me in place. I look over my shoulder at Tristan. "Where are you going, Kitten?" He questions.
     
      I open my mouth to respond then stop. I don't have an answer. I can't go back home to the warehouse. If the man that attacked me lived then he could be waiting for me. If he didn't live...well then I guess that would make me a murderer. Oh my God! I'm probably a murderer!
    I pull my arm away from Tristan who now looks very concerned. My breath is coming in short spurts and my heart rate has accelerated. I don't have a place to go. All my stuff is in the warehouse. It's not much, but it's all I had. I don't know what I'm going to do. I'm a killer. These boys are being nice to a killer. They invited a murderer into their home and they don't even know it!
     
      I turn and run, making my way down the hall as fast as I can. My focus is on the double doors straight ahead of me. I have to get out of here. The gray-eyed man steps into the hallway from a room on the right. Before I can even think the word stop, I crash into him. Hard. The result is the same as a fly against a windshield. He doesn't move an inch as I go splat. I bounce off of his brick-like chest and land sprawled on the floor at his feet.
     
      Now I don't know if I can't breathe because I'm having a panic attack, because of the pain from my collision and fall, or because I was running. Either way, my lungs feel like someone’s squeezing them and I can't get enough oxygen. As I'm staring at the ceiling, gasping for air, a face looms in front of me. It's Kellan. Or maybe Finn? No, grass green eyes look down at me. It's Kellan. His pouty lips are moving, but I can't hear him over the sound of blood rushing in my ears. My eyes flick back and forth from his mouth to his eyes. He wants me to do something. But what?
     
      I suck in as much air as I can, holding my breath. Kellan shakes his head no. I let the air out of my lungs and start hyperventilating again, the edges of my vision start to go black. I focus on his face, trying to understand what he wants. He looks so calm and collected. I want to be calm and collected too. His nose if flaring out like he is trying to smell something in the air, then his sweet breath blows in my face from his open lips. He repeats that a few times, I try to mimic him, thinking he is showing me what to do. I inhale through my nose and exhale through my mouth. Kellan smiles and nods his head yes. It takes a few times before I feel like I can get a decent amount of air. Kellan stays with me, and I'm grateful. I focus on him, soaking up his calm.
     
      I don't know how long we stay that way. Looking into each other’s eyes, breathing in together, exhaling at the same time, our breath mixing. Eventually, I feel as though I can breathe normally. Kellan runs his fingers through my hair, tucking the long strands behind my ear. I watch as he stands, noticing that all seven of them are standing around us. I put both hands over my face and groan. How many times can a girl embarrass herself in one morning?