“But that still doesn’t make us friends.” “I get it,” I replied, breath hitching in my throat as I continued to poke the bear. “It’s too hard for you to be friends with someone when you want them as badly as you want me.” “Is that so?” Smirking, he took another step closer and I found myself backing up with every step he took until my back hit against my garden wall. Resting a hand on the wall next to me, he leaned in close. “You think I like you, Molloy?” “I know you do,” I breathed, heart galloping recklessly in my chest. Reaching down with his free hand, he tucked a tendril of hair behind
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