“Just get in the car. Let’s talk about this at home, please.” Home. He came after me and now… Home, as in, ours. “No.” I shake my head stubbornly. Knowing that if I get into that car with him right now, that will be it. There will be no going back for me. He’ll have all of me, every little jagged piece. His eyes narrow at my refusal and run the length of my body. “You’re fucking shaking. Get in the car.” “No.” I take a step back from him in retreat and his hand shoots out, wrapping around my arm in a vicelike grip and stepping into me. Putting us skin to skin with each other. He drops his head
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