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She whimpers and rises onto her toes, dragging me down to her.

I grab her hips, hauling her flush against me.

She gasps when she feels how hard I already am.

“Still think it was a mistake, baby?" I murmur against her lips.

She freezes.

Then she rips herself away like she’s on fire, stumbling back.

Her eyes are wide with panic. Her lips are bruised and perfect.

Then she opens her mouth and lies to me. "That meant nothing."

I dark and low laugh escapes me.

“You’re a goddamn liar."

23

CONNOR

Allie’s been avoiding eye contact for two hours, staring out the window like it’s gonna save her from the memory of screaming my name last night.

She’s sitting so stiffly, she might as well be carved from stone.

I smirk, crank up the radio, and start whistling along like a menace.

I proved my point in that hotel.

She knows it.

Lying to herself doesn’t change the truth.

She’s mine.

* * *

The silence is deafening.

Which is fine. I haveno problem filling it.

When I’m not saying shit just to rattle her, I’m singing along to every love song that comes on. Loud, off-key, and with feeling.

She flinches whenever I shift in my seat, like even the air between us is too much.

Naturally, I do it every few minutes just to watch her twitch.

Payback’s a bitch, baby.

“Hey, wife,” I murmur, adjusting the rearview mirror casually.

She stiffens. “Don’t call me that."

I ignore her.

“You hungry, baby?"

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