“We’re out of time, baby. I need you to get moving,” he said and started to move both of us toward the hallway where we’d first made it inside. “You can’t be here anymore. You’re the only thing I see when you’re around. You’re constantly in my fucking way.” This asshole. This was not at all how I pictured this moment going a second ago. “You take up all the space in my head. You block the eye contact I prefer to keep with the devil at all times. I need you to go now, so I can see him clearly again. So, I can let out what you’ve been keeping at bay.”
