Rielle’s POVMy chest was a hollow drum, and every beat was a frantic lie.I knew what I was doing. I knew the taste of the whiskey on my tongue, the reckless, burning heat of it battling the cold, sober certainty in the back of my mind.He was my disaster. My ruin. And he was the only thing that felt solid in a world that was spinning violently out of control.When I leaned across the console, every bone in my body screaming a warning, I didn’t care. The car felt too small, the air thick with the memory of the bar, the sound of the punch, the searing white-hot rage I’d felt seconds ago. Rage that was now melting into this awful, aching need.You make me hate you and want you at the same time.The words were slurred, clumsy, but they were the absolute truth. I watched his eyes darken—that familiar, devastating look that made my stomach flip, the one that meant he was losing the war he fought so hard to win.He didn't move. He didn't push me away. He just stared at me, the war between
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