I press in as he turns, pinning him to the door. He drops his bags, both hands going to the door as he pushes back with his hips. “Henrik—fuck—” “I want you here.” He groans. “Come on, man, don’t.” “Fuck the others. Having them all here was admittedly very difficult for me. Because you’re right—I’m a private person. I don’t like sharing my spaces with anyone.” “So then let me leave,” he says, his tone almost pleading. I drop both hands down to his shoulders. “Not until you understand the difference.” “What difference?” “You are not anyone to me,” I pant. “Not anymore.” The fight goes out of
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