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“What the hell is wrong with you?”
“Fuck you, Zanders.”
“If I can’t stand you”—Zanders inches forward, leaving absolutely no room between our bodies, his
large frame overpowering me—“then why has my only thought of every minute of every day for the last week been me wondering what it would feel like to fuck you?”
“I just want to make sure you get home okay.” His soft smile is sweet and genuine, so I loop my arm around his, allowing him to guide us back to my hotel.

