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Hayden growls playfully. And tackles me backwards onto the counter. I squeal, flailing, but he pins my wrists above my head with one hand while the other scoops more frosting and smears it across my collarbone.
"You're dead," I gasp between giggles.
"I already am," he mumbles. "I’ve been dead for a long time."
The laughter dies in my throat. His green eyes are very close. I swallow hard. He releases my wrists slowly. His thumb brushes a smear of buttercream off my cheek, gently.
"I know you're still angry," he says. "I know you're still planning to destroy me. And I deserve every second of it."
My chest tightens.
"But I'm going to keep showing up," he continues. "Every day. Every hour. Until the ninety days are over. And if you still want to walk away at the end... I'll open th
