“Since when do you run away from your problems?” He caught me with a hand to my wrist as I started to turn around. I stopped and looked him dead-on, aggravation simmering in my veins. “I don’t run away from my problems. I just know when I’m not going to win an argument. Right now I’m not going to win against your freaking bipolar ass.” Kulti dropped his chin. “I am not bipolar.” “Okay, you’re not bipolar,” I lied.
He is
