“Anyway. I learned from a very young age that hope was the cruelest form of punishment. You offer me hope, Cal. It’s a tempting deal, but I’d be a fool to take it, knowing who you are and who I am.” He was still backing me toward the swings, while I watched his face, mesmerized. “Who am I?” I whispered. “A person who can’t fall in love, doesn’t want to fall in love, and has deep trust issues with men. Flaky and unreliable.” He continued walking me backward, and I continued stumbling in his desired direction. “And who are you?” I gulped. “A man who can’t fucking resist you.” He dragged his
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