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Could text messages really be unsent? What a time to be alive.
I did want freedom. I did not however want to do anything at all that he told me to do.
“Did you just try to fucking bite me? Fuck. This could have been amazing if I’d met you under any other circumstance.”
And the only chance I had at keeping the upper hand here was by clinging desperately to my only God-given superpower, the one that got under his skin better than anything else…sarcasm.
I wanted to fucking stab her, and I wanted to kiss her. What a strange way to feel about someone.
Hate and love both hold hands with passion. They both make people do equally crazy things and the line between them disappears while you think you’re staring right at it.”
“Don’t tell me that was your first time,” I said, because I was an ass. “You took it way too well for that to be true.” “First time having a gun pulled during a blowie…yes.” “It’s not like I pulled it on you. Don’t be dramatic,”
“And I’ve never wanted anything quite like I want to find out if I can fuck the crazy out of you.”
“Let it happen, baby,” I whispered. “Break for me. And shatter me with you.”
Mine? Was she? Had we decided that? Well, one of us had.
“For fuck’s sake. I let one person stab you one time,” I said and rolled my eyes. “I think it’s time to grow up and let it go.” “That just happened four hours ago, you dick.”
“Awesome. A husband that I’d have to exorcise if I wanted him gone. Just my luck.”

