“Stop,” I gritted through clenched teeth, tears pooling and shaking in the rims of my eyes. I tried to shake my head from his grasp. Julian had turned into something else. Something screaming. Something raw. Something candid and cruel. The shape of a passionate shadow, the color of cutthroat. Was it something I said? “Why are you doing this?” “Me? You’re doing this to yourself,” he insisted, breathing hard, chest beating against my back. “And it’s sad. Acceptance is a ten-letter prison we’re all eager to be locked in.” His glossy eyes wild and alive. “You let everyone else tell you who you
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