“I tried to do this the nice way. I tried to bullshit that we could be friends, but we’re not friends.” “We’re not?” I asked, feeling strangely vulnerable at hearing him say those words out loud. “No, Ryan. We’re not.” Without warning, his hand was cuffed around my throat, and he had me pressed back against the passenger window. “I can’t get you out of my fucking head. I know it’s wrong to force you, but I can’t help it. Fuck you for making me obsessed with you.” He growled. His lips were so close to mine that I could taste the peppermint on his breath. “Whether either of us wants this or not,
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