“Whatever you thought I meant, you’re wrong,” he says, understanding that his earlier words hurt me. I blink. “You said—” “I know what the fuck I said, Sawyer.” “Then why did you say it?” I snap, the anger finally re-emerging. He leans down, the storm raging in his eyes fiercer than the one that got us in this stupid situation. “Because it pisses me off that I want you as badly as I do,”
