“I’ve got it under control.” “What do you mean?” His nose skated down the side of my face until he was pressed against my neck, scent-marking me. “Does this have anything to do with pickles?” I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him close. “Maybe. My plan for revenge.” He pressed me even harder against the wall. It was hard to take a breath, but I didn’t mind. I would be happy to be crushed by Lars’s body any time of day. “If you need more ideas for your revenge scheme, let me know. I’ve lived with Finn for many years. But sweetheart, please give him a chance. Give us a chance.” I ran my
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