With my heart hammering in my chest, I stared down at her hands that were knotted together and resting on my stomach. “If you don’t let go, we’re both going under.” “Yeah?” She doubled down and tightened her hold on me. “Then I guess we’re both going under. And please bear in mind that, going off rumors and the color of your eyes, you’re clearly high as hell right now, therefore any decisions you make may be heavily influenced by the shit pooling around in your veins and not how you would genuinely feel in your right frame of mind.” “Jesus,” I bit out, frustrated. “You’re so fucking stubborn.”
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