My cheeks are wet, and my heart is pounding loud enough to hear from across the room. “You’re in my blood, in my veins, in my fucking soul. You’re in my heart and in my fingertips and on my fucking lips like a prayer. You’re fucking everywhere, Jolie Louis. Always will be.” He pushes me to the wall. My back slams against it. I growl, pushing him away. He lets me. We’re angry. We’re desperate. We’re frustrated. “That Amber chick called me a slut today! And you ran after her! Pleaded for her to stay when you thought I wasn’t there!” “I don’t want Amber,” he says, his lips pursing and his eyes
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