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My entire plan to prove she does have feelings for me, played out as perfectly as I hoped it would.
“You don’t mean that,” I smile.
“Yeah, I fucking do,” she snarls, storming toward me. “Go fuck yourself. Or go fuck Heather. Go fuck whomever the hell you want because I don’t—”
But before she can finish her sentence, I cup her face with both hands and crush my lips to hers, silencing her.
