“There’s nothing—” “Don’t you fucking say there’s nothing going on between us!” I’m shouting again and I hate it. I get worked up easily and I’m really on edge right now. I thrive on control, and right now, all I’m doing is losing all semblance of it. This girl owns me—for some fucking reason—and I refuse to let her make the wrong decision for both of us. So I stalk toward her, backing her against the wall. Shattered brown eyes meet mine, and I push her hair off her face. “Stop it. Stop pretending like you aren’t scared out of your mind right now, like that hasn’t been the only thing holding
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