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“After that, you’ll wake up and eat something. Actually, do that now. Eat before you sleep.”

“You give a lot of orders, did you know that?”

“And you do a lot of talking back.”

“Because you’re so inflexible. Someone has to lighten up the mood a little.”

“Is that supposed to be funny?”

“If you want.”

“Do you see me laughing?”

She throws a dismissive hand in the air. “I never see you laugh, Nate. So the problem is you, not me. Anyway, what happens after I wake up and eat and go to visit Dad and you come back from work?”

“What do you think will happen?” I’m treading on dangerously thin ice, but I can’t ignore the light shining through the greenish part of her eyes, the playfulness in it. But even that is darkening now as she gulps audibly, the sound carrying through the air.

“I…don’t know.”

“You don’t, huh?”

“No.”

“That should mean nothing will happen.”

“But you said something about me being fucked. I heard it. And I also heard the other thing.”

“The other thing?”

She bites her lower lip. Hard. I’m surprised it doesn’t start bleeding. “You know.”

“Say it.”

“I…can’t.”

“See. This is why I told you to go back to safe and boring.”

“I said I don’t want that. If I did, I wouldn’t have kissed you two years ago.”

At the mention of that, memories of her lips against mine rush back in. It’s a myriad of hazy things, like her body against mine and her scent bleeding beneath my flesh.

I don’t even like kissing, but now, I can’t stop staring at her fucking lips. The lips that started it all when they shouldn’t have.

“That’s not a moment to be proud of, Gwyneth.”

“I know. I should’ve grabbed you harder so you wouldn’t have been able to push me away. But you’re strong. I’ve seen the way you work out with Dad, so I don’t think I stood a chance either way.”

I can feel the muscles clenching in my jaw and upper chest. With every word out of her mouth, she’s digging a knife into places that shouldn’t be disturbed.

“For once, you said something accurate.”

“Which part?”

“The part where you wouldn’t have stood a chance. You didn’t. Youdon’t. So stop playing with fire.”

“Or…what?”

I approach her predatory-like, deliberately taking my time. At first, she stands her ground, looking up at me with those ever-changing eyes. Eyes that the longer I stare into them, the stronger I’m pulled closer. It’s a fucking trance that I have no chance of warding off.

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