If you like music while you read, try “Wicked Game” by Marcus & Martinus. It’s what I was listening to while writing these scenes!
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~ CARA ~
I blinked. In the back of my mind, something screamed caution. I knew that tone, the defensiveness in it. The hurt.
I’d hurt him.
Was that even possible? Or was he just so good at manipulating women that this whole thing was an act?
I sighed. “I didn’t say you weren’t special, Rig,” I ground out. “I said I want my first time to be with someone special… someone who thinks I’m special.”
“And that’s not me.” The calm, controlled tone was a warning. He stood there staring at me, challenging me. The little muscles at the back of his jaw twitched and his hands tightened to fists at his side.
I should have felt scared. Usually
