Chapter 71: I Hate You
His words slithered down my spine like a snake, coating every nerve with unease.
“I hate seeing you with that guy.” Dean’s voice cracked with something raw and desperate, but laced with an ugly undercurrent. His head dropped against my chest, his cheek rubbing against me side to side like a restless child seeking comfort. “You win, Savannah. End this charade with him. Please, Sav. Just… please.”
The stench of whiskey wrapped itself around me, thick and nauseating. Every syllable he spoke reeked, sliding up my nose and sticking in the back of my throat. My hand trembled at my side, itching toward my phone that was now ringing but Dean’s hand was already there. His grip tightened around it, his knuckles pale, daring me to try and take it back.
“Please, Sav,” he mu
