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DON'T LIE TO ME

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ASHLEY

“What the fuck was that?” He asks with a sharp exhale, his voice low and dangerous. “He just kisses you, is that it? Is that the new resolution? He now kisses you as a best friend or something more?”

I furrow my brows, staring at him. The earlier fear is now replaced with frustration.

I'm already mad at Caleb. Now, him? They're both acting like they own the ground I walk on and my entire body. I have a mind of my own, they know.

Hell. I can't deal with both of them.

“You Cruz brother
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    ASHLEY “What the fuck was that?” He asks with a sharp exhale, his voice low and dangerous. “He just kisses you, is that it? Is that the new resolution? He now kisses you as a best friend or something more?” I furrow my brows, staring at him. The earlier fear is now replaced with frustration. I'm already mad at Caleb. Now, him? They're both acting like they own the ground I walk on and my entire body. I have a mind of my own, they know.Hell. I can't deal with both of them. “You Cruz brothers make me hate everything about Spain and my choices,” I say, anger boiling all over. “You both act like my life is just territory to be claimed. It's fucking not.”“You can't pretend that you didn't like his kiss. You've been craving it for far too long, Krisoff. Don't fucking lie to me.”I look at him, seeing the tension around us. I want to tell him it's not true. That none of what he's insinuating is true and the feelings are not there anymore. But I don't. Because I'm not even sure.My hear

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