“Kiss me.” I turned to Ethan, alarmed. “Are you fucking serious right now?” “Kiss me,” he repeated, his jaw set like a challenge. “Ethan, anyone could walk by. Even if they don’t, I can’t be seen kissing you—not in front of Chris, not here. What if he tells someone?” I tried to reason, but he shook his head stubbornly. “I don’t fucking care. You trusted him enough to fuck him for four years. I bet he won’t tell. Kiss me.” “I can’t,” I said through gritted teeth. “Then I can’t leave with you tonight,” he said simply, shrugging as if the decision were final. “What?” My heart sank, my voice
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