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She bites her lip, and I can’t move as she studies me in the scorching silence.
“You shouldn’t be looking at me like that,” I say. I was going for playful but my tone comes out demanding instead.
Her eyes flare hot, the opposite of what I was trying for.
“You shouldn’t be looking atmelike that,” she returns.
She’s not wrong. I just… can’t help it. I also can’t help the reaction of my dick when her attention sinks lower. Not good.
“Are you almost finished?” I ask, interrupting her staring contest with my erection.
“Oh. Um… right.”
Her cheeks flush as her gaze travels back up my body. A frown settles over her face when it skims my chest.
“It looks worse,” she says.
“Contusions always do as they heal. It’ll look even worse tomorrow.”
Her lips press together, and I brace for a lecture.
“I’m sorry this happened,” she says instead.
Surprised, I meet her gaze. “It’s fine.”
“No, it’s not.”
I look away and shrug. “Really, it’s okay. I’m used to it.”
“Bullshit.”
I glance up at her harsh tone and find her eyes narrowed in anger. “Don’t you daregive me that crap,” she says, glaring at me.
“Iz, just…”
“No. You don’t get to excuse an assault becauseyou’re used to it.Crimes aren’t defined by some false scale of victimization. What’s wrong is wrong whether it’s the first time or the hundredth time. Whether you’re a boy scout or a life-long felon.”
My chest is tight as her words settle around me. She has no idea how hard she’s hitting right now, how messed up my head is fromvictimizationshe couldn’t begin to imagine.
“How many times?” she continues when I don’t respond.
“What?” I ask, even though my stomach is already sick with the answer.
She crosses her arms. “You’reused to it,right? So how many times have youpracticedgetting assaulted?”
I shake my head, finding my anger again. “What the hell are you talking about?”
“You know what I’m talking about. Let’s hear it, Tristan. How many times does a person have to be hurt before it doesn’t count anymore?”
“This is stupid,” I mumble, pushing past her.
She grabs my arm and spins me back.
“Five? Ten? A hundred?”
I yank my arm away and fire a glare at her. “What are you trying to prove?”
“Why won’t you answer me?”
