Don’t do it. Don’t you fucking do it, Taylor. Snow crunches behind me as he starts to follow, and my body stiffens. “Hey, Huck. Wait.” Goddammit. I keep going, mentally pleading that he gets the hint and leaves me the fuck alone. But apparently, not much has changed about him in four years because his hand wraps around my arm as he tugs me to a stop. “Will you please hold up a minute–” Letting go of my bike, I whirl on him, planting my hands on his shoulders to shove him back and away from me. “What the fuck do you want, Taylor?” He slips on the ice, falling flat on his ass with an oomph, and
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