“Let’s go somewhere where we can talk,” he said, squeezing my wrists tighter. “No. You need to listen to me. I’m not going anywhere with you and I’m certainly not getting back together with you. It’s over. We’re over. There’s nothing more to talk about. Now go home, Warner.” He stepped forward into my space. “I’m not going anywhere unless you’re with me,” he insisted. I could smell alcohol on his breath and winced. “How much have you had to drink?” “For fuck’s sake, Naomi. Stop trying to blame everything on a drink or two. Now, I let you have your space and look what you did with it.” He swept
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