In this neighborhood she’d be surprised if someone took it upon themselves to call the police, but she still didn’t like the risk. He’d gone silent halfway through the car ride over and didn’t comment on the cracks in the concrete leading to her building or the spiderwebs nestled in the stairwell going up or the flimsiness of her apartment door. She pulled him inside her small apartment and shut and locked the door behind them. He smelled good, like oranges and cinnamon with an undertone of musk that transformed that citrus spice to a very male scent. She kept her home neat, so she didn’t have a mess to be embarrassed about. However, she couldn’t help imagining what her living room looked like to Javier’s eyes, comparing the shabbiness of her possessions to the sumptuous clothes and furniture that had surrounded him a short time ago. Emily left him standing near the door for a moment while she tugged a threadbare green blanket over the arm of her couch, hoping to hide the stuffing that spilled from a ragged hole there.
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