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I press my eyes closed. “No. I don’t want to do that.”
“You have feelings for him, don’t you?”
“Yeah. I do.” I don’t make eye contact.
“You bitch.” Archangel laughs and I was not expecting it. “What are you going to do about it?”
“Nothing. He told me he’s fucking done. I can’t just force him.”
“I mean, you can, but consent is a thing, so probably not the best idea.”
I roll my eyes. “You think?”
He’s quiet for a moment. “Still not willing to fuck someone else?”
I shake my head.
He puts his hand on my shoulder. “Then you just have to deal with your feelings. It’s going to take time.”
“Fuck, why do people do this? It sucks.”
Archangel shrugs. “Love or something.”
“It’s way easier to just fuck people and not care.”
“Tell me about it.”
“Are you okay?” I ask because I haven’t checked in with him in a while. “I know you have a lot going on with Wolfe, too.”
He lifts his shoulders. “It’s fine. I don’t want to talk about it right now. Maybe next week.”
On a whim, I pull him into a hug. “I’m always here. Even if I’m dealing with other stuff. Okay?”
He hugs me back.
I finish packing up my stuff and am the last to walk out of the locker room.
I step outside and put my head down against the cold for the walk home.
Before I even know what’s happening I’m dragged into the alley and thrown into a wall.
I grab whoever it is to fight him off but realize it’s fucking Ktytor when his mouth crashes against mine.
He slams me into the brick wall, body meeting mine roughly. I should push him off, but I don’t. I grab his face, kissing him back. Our tongues twist, and this is everything I wanted last night. It would be so easy to drag him back to my place and fuck him into the mattress.
But I can’t let him win.
I shove him off.
He comes back at me and throws up a hand. “What’s your problem?”
“You.”
“I thought this is what you wanted? To keep fucking.” He doesn’t even know the half of it.
I turn, unable to face him while I speak. “I’m not just fucking you again for you to reject me.”
THIRTY-SEVEN
