“Don’t know what those guys did to you, Theo, but you’ve done something to me. And I’m not saying this because I’m high.” “Logan,” I begin to protest, but he just presses into me further. “Don’t you fucking feel it?” I feel something, all right. But part of me can’t believe he’s saying this. It has to be the drugs. It has to be. “I can’t,” I say. He presses his nose to mine and his breath puffs against my mouth. “You can, you just don’t want to. Always pushing me away. Why can’t you just let it fucking be?” My breaths are coming out shaky and my chest aches. “I won’t hurt you, Theo.” “You
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