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sp; And I kiss him like the ship is going down.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chloe
For a split second, he kisses back.
For a split second, everything in the universe is where it belongs.
Then his hands are on my shoulders.
He's pushing me backward.
Against the door.
It's not take your clothes off, spread your legs, and wrap your arms around me.
He's pushing me away.
My eyes blink open. Focus on his.
They're not heavy with desire or excitement or need.
He's pissed.
"Never mind." I go to turn the knob, but his fingers curl around my fist. He grabs me hard.
He stares down at me.
I stare up at him.
What the fuck?
He's been flirting with me for a month straight. He's been teasing me, touching me, straight up telling me he wants me.
And now he's glaring at me because I had the balls to do something about our mutual attraction.
Fuck Dean.
My teeth clench. "Let me go."
"No."
"It wasn't a request."
"Yeah, it was." His eyes bore into mine. "What the hell are you doing?"
"Isn't that obvious?"
"You're drunk, Chloe. You're going to regret this tomorrow."
No. I'm going to celebrate this tomorrow.
Fuck him for telling me what I want.
He has no fucking clue what I want.