I dropped my eyes to my lap, fisting my hands. And then his voice came again, barely audible, “Come here,” he said. My heart dipped into my belly, and I could feel him in my hands. I looked at him, seeing him grind the steering wheel under his fist and breathing hard. “Come here,” he said again. I absently shook my head. “Why?” “Because I’m your man.” My heart cracked and splintered, aching with the warmth of those stupid words. Who the hell was he, huh? He didn’t get to decide that someone belonged to him just because it struck his fancy. And that’s all I was. A passing fancy. He didn’t
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