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“I hope you understand that, like, it’s very hard to take you at your word or actually care about what you’re telling me,” you say to him, narrowing your eyes.
“Of course, I understand. An older man talking to a teenage girl always draws suspicion,” he says, frankly. “But I mean no harm. I come with just something you have to see to believe. Please.”
You have a million questions for him. Why you and Carter? What is his name? Where is he from? Why is he here, of all places? The list goes on. However, some deep, immature, rash curiosity inside of you couldn't help but wonder who this (attractive) mystery man is and what he has.
“Fine. But you better explain yourself.”
“Thank you. You won’t regret this,” he says as he steps inside your house.