"You're right," he snarled. "I lied. I've wanted to kiss you for goddamn years." I scoffed a laugh, turning back to face him but remaining in the doorway. "Just kiss? Come on, Cass. Don't go all innocent now." "What do you want from me, a fucking love letter?" A sly smile creased my lips. "Well, now that you've suggested it..." His glare flattened in a way that almost made me laugh, but he didn't immediately tell me to get fucked. "What about the rest?" he rumbled. "This attack on you and the Lockhart shit? I want to help." I shrugged. "Write me that letter, and I'll think about it." Cass
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