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The door opened, and before I had a chance to look at Chase, he grabbed hold of my wrist and pulled me into the room. As soon as the door shut behind me, we were kissing. The kiss was hot and desperate, like Chase couldn’t get enough of me, like I was the key to forgetting his problems.
I Hate You More
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