‘I’m selfish.’ I admit. ‘Bringing you here was selfish.’ She pauses. ‘Why was it selfish?’ she whispers. ‘You know why, Rebekka.’ I eye her pointedly. She holds my gaze. Heat vibrates between us. Lust wars with logic in my chest. ‘I like you. I’ve always liked you. Which is why it enrages me that he treats you this way.’ She rolls her lips, but she doesn’t break eye contact. ‘Why do you tolerate his behaviour? Do you think he’d tolerate it if the shoe were on the other foot?’ I know for a fact he wouldn’t. Even when we were kids, he didn’t like anyone playing with his toys. And he plays with
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