“You can’t keep me, Hayden.” My protest sounds weak to my own ears, but I keep my expression firm. “I don’t belong to anyone. Not even you.” His hand leaves my cheek as he slides it into my hair, grasping the nape of my neck to tilt my head back. Unable to look anywhere else, my gaze collides with his. Icy blue meets a warm amber. Determination meets rebellion. “You belong with me. To me.” He brings his face so close to mine that the tips of our noses brush one another. “You can fight it all you want, but we both know it’s pointless. What’s happening between us is inevitable, and I’ll do
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