“And Drake can be a hookup?” I ask, holding her gaze. Her brows knit together, and anger crosses her features. “Drake could be a boyfriend, not just a hookup, if I wanted more.” She takes a step back, and my hand drops to my side. “You just spoiled everything, asshole.” “Oh, really?” I mutter, watching her head to the door. “So Benson is good enough for you, but I’m not?” Abruptly, she twirls around and glares at me. “How would I know anything about you? All you do is make me feel like you fucking hate me.” she whisper-yells, balling her fists. “You took my words all wrong, and now you are
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