Tears for me. The minute she turned to leave, dread and fear settled in my chest, and I knew I couldn’t let her walk out that door. Everything about her makes me teeter on the edge of sanity. Fighting with her has also made my dick hard enough to pound nails into asphalt. I never thought I could ever want someone again as badly as I ache to feel her right now. I stare down into her eyes, trying to make sense of everything swirling through my head. Taking advantage, she stomps on my foot, catching me off guard. The second I release her wrists and take a step back, she shoves me. “You’re a fuckin’ asshole!” she shouts, jabbing me in the chest with her finger. “What the hell do you think you’re doing kissing me, you… you… ugh…” “Fuckin’ asshole?” I ask, finishing her sentence for her. “Looks like I’m in great company then, aren’t I?” Her hand cracks across my face, the sound echoing off the walls around us.
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