VIANAHis eyes were dark, searching mine with an intensity that made my heart hammer against my chest. I could feel the heat radiating off his body, a constant reminder of just how close he was.Too close."Talk to me, Vi," he whispered, his voice way too low, which made a shiver run down my spine. "Don’t do this. Don’t shut me out.""Talk to you?" I scoffed, turning my face away from him. I put my hands on his chest, intending to shove him away, but my palms only met his taut muscles through his shirt, weakening my resolve. I kept them there, giving in to my weakness.Who was I kidding? I mocked myself, slowly taking my hand off him but still keeping my face away.“Is that what we’re doing now? You decide when I’m allowed to speak and when I’m supposed to just take your temper tantrums?""I’m trying to apologise," he hissed, his grip on the fridge handle tightening until his knuckles turned white."An apology doesn't fix the way you've been acting, Alvin. You’re a narcissist. Everyt
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