“How about this?” He winds a strand of my hair around his finger. “From here on out, we make a deal?” “What kind of deal?” It’s a miracle that my voice doesn’t crack. “From here on out, you give me what I want, Mendoza.” “That sounds like…a very one-sided deal.” Breathe, damnit. Breathe. Dash actually smiles. “Well. I’ve been thinking a lot about what you said in the library, y’know. And…” “And…” “And maybe it’s none of my business if you’re a masochist, love. Maybe I’ll just give you what you want, too. Let the chips fall where they may.” “What…what does that mean?” He leans in and brushes my
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