POV - SCARLETT The second his hand touched my neck, everything else just stopped. The loud fight in the car, the screaming in the big hall, the hot red shame from the cafe… it all just went away. Poof. Like turning off a TV. Gone. All that was left in my whole body was a thick, heavy, hot feeling deep down in my stomach. It was a pulling feeling. Like a rope tied tight around my middle. Because, oh my God, he looked so good when he was this angry. His eyes got so dark, like a stormy sky. His jaw was so hard it looked cut from stone. Yes, I knew some of the things he said to me were mean.. And I knew I was wrong to have gone out with Jaxon but right in that moment, with his hand on my skin, I did not care about right or wrong. My back hit the wall. It felt cool through my thin shirt. I looked up into his face, so close to mine. And I saw it. The anger was still there, yes, like a fire. But under that fire, a different kind of heat was burning. A hungry, desperate, wanting look fille
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