“Tell me why you wouldn’t say my name,” I growled. My heart hammered like a piston in my chest. If I didn’t sit down soon, I was going to fall down, but I wanted to hear him say it first. I wanted his fucking confession. “I know you can’t lie to me, so come on. Tell me why.” He sat there, his bare, inked chest not moving, his black waves tumbling into his face, so perfect, so handsome, and that cursed fucking thing deep down in the basement of my soul ached and said mine. You know why, he said into my mind. “No, Fisher. Out loud.” “All right, fine. Have it your way. At first, I didn’t say it
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