“Why do you look at me like I already belong to you?”The question leaves my mouth sharper than I intend, but I do not take it back. I cannot. Not when Drake is standing in front of me like that, sleeves rolled, jaw tight, eyes locked on me as if the rest of the world has been deleted.His silence stretches, thick and suffocating.Then he steps closer.“Because you do.”My chest tightens.Arrogant. Possessive. Completely insane.And yet my pulse betrays me, racing harder the closer he gets.“Say that again,” I challenge, my voice lower now, quieter, more dangerous.His lips curve, not into a smile but something darker. Something that makes my stomach flip.“I do not repeat myself,” he says, voice steady, controlled. “You heard me.”I let out a breath I did not realize I was holding. My fingers curl against my palm, nails digging into skin just to ground myself.This is what he does.He pushes.He claims.He decides.But I am not the same girl he left behind.I step forward until there
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