“What the hell are you wearing?” Theo barks, rushing toward us on the front lawn from his porch. Speak of the freaking devil. He’s practically throttling a bottle of beer in one hand as he grabs my arm with his other. Not roughly but with a possessiveness causing my breath to hitch. He’s always been this way, though. Overly protective while detached and bossy at the same time. Like I’m a nuisance. A pariah. Someone he wishes would simply…go away. Yet anytime I try to, he reels me back in.
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