I started pacing, clawing at my hair, and panting heavily. I was going to kill him. Tear his fucking head off slow enough that he felt every bone snap under my hands. I squeezed my eyes shut as I tried to rid myself of images of them together. Hugging, kissing, fucking. “No,” I spat, snatching up a wooden chair and launching it at the wall.
How i likde m mennnnnnn
