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That asshole knows I’m here. He’s playing a game.
“But I love you.” He blinked. “What?” “I’m in love with you, Quinn.”
But why did he have to be so hot?
He still got to me. That was so aggravating.
The one who had no idea how tempting she was, how badly I’d wanted to kiss her, how uncomfortable I’d been with the feelings I had for her.
The one girl I couldn’t have was the one I wanted,
When I kissed her—and I was going to kiss her—it was going to be on my terms. I wanted her to come to me and admit she felt that spark. I wanted her to give me another chance. I wanted to do things differently with her. But first, I wanted to make her sweat a little. Then I wanted to make her sweat a lot.
