“I. Can’t. Deal. With. Your. Cat. Hair,” I huffed with every poke. I wedged my foot between the railings to prop myself up. My lower stomach squished against the baluster. “Go. That. Way. Come. On!” I gave him one more final push and— I screamed as my feet left the balcony and the cement of my windowsill flew towards my face. I squeezed my eyes shut and threw my hand out as fingers latched onto my hips, tugging me in the opposite direction. “Jesus Christ, Adelaide, what are you doing?” Dorian breathed out a sigh full of disbelief. My chest churned out air like a broken air mattress pump. “I,”
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