“His infatuation will end, so pretend you’re the one in control,” Damon taunted. “Call it for what it is, because it’s sure as shit not love. It’s a crush. Hormones. Instant gratification. Acting out.” No. It wasn’t. Was it? I mean, was he right? Was Will just a scratching post? Would he ever be anything more? I knew he wouldn’t. I could do it with anyone. I could do anything I wanted to. Will wasn’t the only person I could escape with. “You feel it, don’t you?” Damon asked. “That need kids like us feel that Will never will? That need to destroy anything good, because every man for himself,
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