You told me I was your world. “It wasn’t me. I was an animal.” My heart pounded. My cheeks burned. You never wanted it to end. “Why are you being such a jackass, slamming me in the face with my own humiliation?” Humiliation? That’s what you call this? He forced a more detailed reminder on me. I swallowed. Yes, I certainly remembered that. “I was out of my mind. I’d never have done it otherwise.” Really, his dark eyes mocked, and in them I was demanding more, telling him I wanted it to always be this way. I remembered what he’d replied: that one day I would wonder if it was possible to hate him
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