Every moment I spend with him, I lose more of my reasoning and he wasn't making things better for me with all his flirting.
And what had he meant by making me his?
I wonder how many times he had repeated those same words to his past flings and if they had even meant anything.
I know they hadn't, yet my heart churned painfully at the thought.
Get a grip of yourself, Freya.
I simply needed to be close to him and humor all his advances; I shouldn't fall for any of them - after all, he's taken already.
He walks back in again, taking his seat next to me.
"Where were we?" He sneers playfully again, confirming all my fears.
This is just a game to him.
I turn the other way, not wanting to fall for the trickery of his eyes again.
"We were watching the game," I responded coldly.
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