J.J.'s POV“Yes,” she said. “We are.”Her words slapped harder than any actual blow. My heart stuttered, but I kept my face straight, watching her turn away like she couldn’t get far enough from me fast enough. She was always running from me, always wanting to leave me.No. No, I wasn’t going to let that be the last thing between us.“Carolyn,” I called after her.She didn’t stop.Something burned in me—frustration, desperation, something hot and uncontrollable. I closed the space between us in a few fast strides, my fingers wrapping around her wrist before I even realized what I was doing.She gasped, trying to pull away, but I held her—not rough, not gentle, just enough to stop her.“I said we’re not done,” I breathed, chest tight, anger tangled in every syllable.She turned sharply, eyes blazing. “Let go of me.”But I didn’t.I couldn’t.Not when everything inside me was boiling over.“You want to act like you hate me? Fine,” I whispered, my voice low and bitter. “But don’t pretend
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