Louis stepped quietly into the apartment. Laughter drifted from the living room—his roommate’s voice, then hers. His chest tightened. He turned toward his room, but stopped. The door was slightly open. They hadn’t closed it. He glanced toward the couch—there they were, tangled together, too wrapped up in each other to notice anything else. He stood still in the hallway, hidden in the shadows, watching. And he didn’t move
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