“One day you will kiss a man you can't breathe without, and find that breath is of little consequence.” - Karen Marie Moning,
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(Mikayla)
I shook my head at him, and poked a finger into his chest. He glared at me as he grabbed my finger in his hand and pulled it away. "Oh, why not, you jerk?" I looked at him, my eyes challenging him.
I had already humiliated myself, and there was no taking it back, so I convinced myself to go all the way in.
Why use an umbrella when you are already drenched to your freaking bones?
That is impeccable logic. Go ahead! A snarky voice said from inside my head. I ignored the stupid thing. I had never liked that voice.
Just when I thought he was not going to say anything, he surprised me by actually opening his mouth, a grumpy look on his face.
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