“he barked, and she whirled to face him, stunned and disgruntled by his tone.“What is with you?”“What is with me is how we get in the backseat of this car and pretend like we don’t know each other.”She blinked, as if confused. As if he didn’t make sense. As if he were speaking nonsense.“Tell me.” With one hand he reached around her, between her body and the seat, until she was shifted toward him, his hand at her back. She was so slight, so small, it took almost no physical effort on his part to ...pull her halfway across the bench seat.“What are you doing?” she asked, slapping her hands down against the leather seats to stop herself.“What is the lie?” he asked. “When we’re alone, or when we’re out in public?”“What are you talking about?”“Don’t do that. Don’t pretend you don’t understand.” He bit off the words right in her face, and he watched the anger ignite in her. Felt it in her body, and he liked it. Liked the reaction. Wanted more. Wanted anything that was real.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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