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“I’m trying to decide where I’ll fuck you first.” His whiskey-laced breath fanned across my lips, causing heat to unravel in my stomach. “On the hood of your boyfriend’s shiny car or one I steal.”
At one time, she had loved me, and if she hated me, that meant I had hurt her. A person can only hate something they wanted to love.
