to another doorway, that would be great." He leers down at me as if he knows something I don’t, leaving me feeling self-conscious. Waiting for a response is my only option. I watch him, almost challenging him, as I tug on the hem of my tank top. I’m either incredibly brave or utterly stupid. "You know what, Marissa? I think we're done here." Graham unhooks her arms from his neck, glaring at me like I’m in on some grand, elaborate scheme of his. Marissa sneers at me. She isn’t happy to have her claws out of his back. Few girls would be. “But…” Marissa protests in a whiny tone. "I said… We. Are.
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How is it ok that he talks to her like that
