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“Kill me.”
“Kill me, so I’m out of your way!”
“If you did it right last time, I’d be at the bottom of the fucking ocean, so finish the job, and then you can have her!”
“Fucking kill me,”
“Kill me. You’re going to have to.”
“I can’t!”
“Fuck, I can’t,” I whispered. “Please, stop. Please.”
“I can’t,” he mouthed, and tears streamed down his face. “I can’t.”
All of a sudden, music poured out of the speakers and a commotion went off around us. People laughed and hooted, and I trained my ears,
Was that seriously a Bobby Brown song?
“Will Grayson is dancing,”
“Oh, my God, he’s on a table.”
“My Prerogative” blared, and I couldn’t help but smile and bob my head a little bit. It was a fun choice of music. I’d probably like Will.
“Such a lover, not a fighter,”
“You’re mine,”
“Mine.” I kissed her again. “Mine in that fountain. Mine in the locker room and in the janitor’s closet. Mine in the dean’s office.” I took her jaw in my hand. “You’ll have my kids and be my woman and fuck me, because that’s what I want.”
I wish we never had to leave the fountain. We never did.
