“I have this urge to kill—” he hesitates, his voice low. “—anyone who touches you.”
My eyes widen without my permission, and my lips part.
Holy shit. Did he really just say that?
“Do I know you?” I ask.
He steps forward, closing the small space between us. “Where’s the fun in that?”
— Oct 19, 2022 01:28PM
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