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" And you really, truly think that?”
“I don’t know what I think.” Tugging my hair back, I quickly twisted it and then let go. The hair spun loose. “I need time.” And I needed space so I could think straight. “Look, it’s really late. Maybe you should just go home.”
His brows flew up. “You really want me to leave?”
I rose from the bed, snatching the long cardigan off the corner. I yanked it on. “Yeah. Yeah, I do.”
“Well, I hate to break it to you, but I’m not leaving.”
My arms fell to my sides. “Oh, yes you are.”
He stared up at me from where he sat at the head of the bed. “There is no way in hell I’m going to leave when you’ve got that nasty shit crowding your thoughts, so you can talk yourself into whatever the hell it is you’re so badly wanting to believe about me. "
― Jennifer L. Armentrout , Fire in You (Wait for You, #6)