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I shuffle forward hurriedly, wanting to get the f**k out of this treehouse. I move past him, shifting forward and start to turn but end up gasping when both his hands shoot out and clutch onto my hips, yanking me backwards so fast and violently that I scream. My back hits against his chest, my entire body between his parted thighs and I groan, pushing my elbow into his ribs. "You're always running away from your problems, it's starting to get tiring," His breath rolls down my neck and I freeze, staring down at his large, tattooed hands wrapped around my thin wrists. My blank skin contrasts against his inked ones and for a moment I'm in a trance at how taboo and thrilling the sight is.
"I'm running away from you, you asshole." I snap, twisting my body to try and get out of tight
