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           Thebeepingofthemonitorjumpedarounderratically-nowhewasn’ttheonlyonewhocouldhearmyheartmisbehave.

           "That’sgoingtobeembarrassing,"Imutteredtomyself.

           Hechuckled,andaspeculativelookcameintohiseye."Hmm,Iwonder..."

           Heleanedinslowly;thebeepingnoiseacceleratedwildlybeforehislipseventouchedme.Butwhentheydid,thoughwiththemostgentleofpressure,thebeepingstoppedaltogether.

           Hepulledbackabruptly,hisanxiousexpressionturningtoreliefasthemonitorreportedtherestartingofmyheart.

           "ItseemsthatI’mgoingtohavetobeevenmorecarefulwithyouthanusual."Hefrowned.

           "Iwasnotfinishedkissingyou,"Icomplained."Don’tmakemecomeoverthere."

           Hegrinned,andbenttopresshislipslightlytomine.Themonitorwentwild.

           Butthenhislipsweretaut.Hepulledaway.

           "IthinkIhearyourmother,"hesaid,grinningagain.

           "Don’tleaveme,"Icried,anirrationalsurgeofpanicfloodingthroughme.Icouldn’tlethimgo-hemightdisappearfrommeagain.

           Hereadtheterrorinmyeyesforashortsecond."Iwon’t,"hepromisedsolemnly,andthenhesmiled."I’lltakeanap."

           Hemovedfromthehardplasticchairbymysidetotheturquoisefaux-leatherreclineratthefootofmybed,leaningitallthewayback,andclosinghiseyes.Hewasperfectlystill.

           "Don’tforgettobreathe,"Iwhisperedsarcastically.Hetookadeepbreath,hiseyesstillclosed.

           Icouldhearmymothernow.Shewastalkingtosomeone,maybeanurse,andshesoundedtiredandupset.