“When are you going to stop calling yourself that?” I blinked. “Um… It’s my name.” Then, before I could blink again, Miles had me pinned against the side of the SUV. The stalker packages fell to the ground with a rustling thump. His forearms pressed against the blacked-out window, caging me in. “Stop. Saying. That. Fucking. Word.” I was breathing just as heavily as he was, and I really wanted him to kiss me again. “What word?” His fist balled against the glass. “‘Just’ is my least favorite four-letter word. You’re not just anything.” He licked his lips, his eyes flicking down and studying my
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Kinda liking the angry Miles
