I told you we’re fucking done, so stay the fuck away from me.” “But I don’t want to,” I threw his words back at him, too drunk to care about how desperate I sounded. “What the fuck did you just say?” “I don’t want to. You obviously don’t want to, either, or you wouldn’t be talking to me. You’re that obsessed with me, huh?” “I’m so over your bullshit.” “Liar. You can’t stay away from me, Niko.” I used another one of his sentences. “You know you want me. No matter what I do, you come crawling back to me.”
