The private room was just me and Ethan now. He was definitely drunk—his eyes were cloudy, that pale, almost sickly face flushed an unnatural shade of red.Step by step, he closed the space between us, murmuring my name."Nat, you're mine. Only mine."He tried to force himself on me, but I kept myself calm. The moment his lips were about to crash down on mine, I didn't flinch. Instead, I lifted my hand and struck hard against the back of his neck. Ethan's tall frame went slack, collapsing to the floor and out cold.I stood there, breathing hard, staring down at him without a shred of pity.The night stretched on. I sank onto the couch, silently watching him sleep on the floor.Lately, I've been drowning in the love pouring off Ethan. It was a hundred, a thousand times more intense than Luke's ever was—like invisible chains winding around me, suffocating me.In my last life, I'd felt Luke's love sour into hate once Sarah stole it away from me. That was in a psych ward, and it wa
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