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“Fine. Stop following me then.”

To my surprise, Jax stops. He folds his arms.

Just like that? He’s done…?

“Really?” I ask.

“Really,” he says.

Now he’s being stubborn and cocky.

I start to walk again.

I hug myself.

Out of nowhere I think about someone with a knife jumping out of the trees and coming after me. Someone with the curse from the movie.

I know it’s all fake but I have chills racing up and down my back.

I stop and turn.

Jax is still standing behind me.

I quickly run to him.

I grab his shirt. “Don’t be an asshole right now, okay?”

I give a tug but he resists.

His hands suddenly grab for my hips.

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I have my hands on her hips for a few seconds.

There’s a moment there, just fucking lingering.

She knows it. I can see it burning in her eyes. It’s written all over her face too.

“Better get you home, Mila,” I whisper.

“Yeah,” she says.

That’s when she grabs my wrists and pushes my grip away.

I’m respectful. For now.

I open my hands and she turns to walk.

I walk alongside her again.

This time the silence has way more meaning than either one of us probably intend.

“How about that movie?” I ask.

She looks at me. “Killer.”

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