After stopping what was about to happen between us, it wouldn’t surprise me if she abandoned me at the top of the mountain. It might even serve me right. I couldn’t help it. Once reality hit, I knew I couldn’t kiss her. I knew that it was the worst idea possible to involve myself with a woman who hates my guts—a woman who keeps trying to prove to me that I’m better than I am when I know I’m not. A kiss would lead to me wanting more of her. More of her past, more of her body, more of her rage. I’d want more and more until I was done with her, and for some reason, I know I wouldn’t be able to
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