“I didn’t bring you in here so you could lecture me about how I’m doing everything wrong,” he snaps. “Then why did you bring me in here?” I ask, tilting my head. He quickly averts his eyes, taking another drink. “I don’t fucking know.” After a moment, he picks his head up and glares at me with a furrowed brow. “No, I do know. I brought you in here because I want to know what that was earlier. Why did you defend me to my brother?” “Because I wanted to,” I reply plainly. “And why did you kiss me the other night?” “Because I wanted to.” His eyes meet mine, blazing with something desperate and
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