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Fuck.

“Let me go.”

“No,” I growl, stepping closer, trapping her hand between us.

Maybe I can’t tell her everything, but I can make this better, can solve this problem?—

And then what?

I walk away.

Yes.

God, I don’t fucking want to.

I don’t even think I can.

Not if I allow myself?—

But the emotional shitstorm in my mind doesn’t matter.

Because she’s rolling her eyes and snapping, “Okay fine. You want to know my sad sob story?Really?You do, right? You want to know the whole pathetic truth? I’ve never been laid, okay?”

Every muscle in my body tightens.

“I’ve never even been on a real date. Hell, I’m so pathetic”—she tosses up her hands again—“that I’ve never even been kissed!”

She’s fucking beautiful.

And furious and smart and sweet and untouched, apparently, and?—

I give in.

Mine.

The most important thing is that she’s mine.

I cup her jaw again, tilt her face up. “Well, I can at least solve that one for you.”

Her brows draw together. “What?—?”

No more words.

We’ve exchanged enough fucking words these last seasons.

It’s time for action.

So, I bend…

And press my mouth to hers.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Claire

I’m frozen.

Locked in place.

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