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It’s not entirely awful. I might’ve liked to see my father act that way from time to time. Really stifling is bad. A little stifling . . . I don’t know. Kind of feels like someone cares, I guess. Maybe I would’ve liked more rules growing up.
I finally swallow. “Stop!” I shout, my pulse ringing in my ears. “Stop. Just stop!” But he comes down on top of me, forcing me back onto the car, and his hot mouth finds my stomach. I shake my head, tears hanging at the corners, because it feels so good, and I don’t want it to. I don’t want him to go lower. I don’t want to wrap my legs around him. None of this feels good or warm, and none of it makes me feel soft on the inside like I could kiss him back.
“This isn’t funny!” I snap. And then I glare at Kaleb, now able to finally find my goddamn voice. “What the hell is the matter with you? Huh?” “Just cut him some slack,” Noah says. “He’s always starving when he comes back from being in the woods this long.” “Then eat!” “That’s what he was doing,” Noah shoots back, glancing at me. Eating. Eating me. Oh, you’re fucking clever, aren’t you? Assholes.

