I tell him. Or maybe it isn’t me telling him—maybe it’s me begging. Cal shocks me by lifting me by the hips once again and placing me on the counter. A wine glass falls to the ground with the abruptness of his actions, and the chair scrapes against the floor as he stands to his full height. The entire time, he keeps his eyes on me. I love it when he looks at me like this—like I’m the only thing that matters to him. That’s the thing about Cal. It’s hard to get his attention, even harder to keep it, but when you have it, it’s hard not to feel like the most powerful person in the world. He
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