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Chapter 8

I sat in front of my laptop, tapping my pen against my teeth. The little vibrations didn't do anything to help me figure out what I was going to write next. Vibrations didn't help writer's block.

The little clicks did something else, though; they irritated Kisten. He kept shifting on my couch, little aggravated sighs breaking the relative silence. I had to admit, it was a little satisfying being the one to annoy him for once. It had been two weeks since we started our little deal, and I could have sworn his mission was to make my life hell. There wasn't a day he came over that I didn't, at some point, want to kick him out.