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Nothing.

“You could’ve come when I asked you to.”

His fingers tightened.

“But you didn’t.”

I leaned closer until my forehead touched his.

His hand snaked up and moved to the back of my neck.

I stopped breathing.

He held me there, his touch almost threatening.

I whispered against his lips,

“Tell me why.”

His breath was like winter ice on my own.

My heart was pounding.

“Please.”

His thumb moved slowly against m neck.

“You’re not going anywhere until you talk to me Sullivan.”

No answer.

“I’m not letting you.”

My lips brushed against his.

My mouth connects with his.

All my anger flows out of my and pours into this kiss.

The betrayal.

The hurt.

The deceit.

All of it.

My lips mold over his as if they were destined to be there.

And, after a few seconds.

He kisses me back.

It was dirty.

It was messy.

It was needy.