Tangled Hearts
A cloud of danger over his face, and in one swift motion, he slammed me against the wall, his hands clenching around my waist.
"Don't call me that," he growled in a low, menacing voice.
For a moment, I really believed he would hurt me, but then his grip released, and he stepped backward, running a hand through his hair.
I drew a hand through my pocket and held out to him the lighter he had - a tiger-patterned thing - I had swiped from his room earlier.
He stared at it then at me. "What the hell?
"It looked cool," I shrugged.
He shook his head, reached for the lighter, and lit a cigar.
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