#Chapter87

Dane knew we would never have a chance, and it would only hurt me, so instead, he tried to make me hate him all these years. Denying he liked me.

“Why are you all lying shitheads?” I sniff the second wave of hysterical sobs building inside of me down and try to push myself out of his arms. Fighting his limbs, I get a foot between us in space, and his tug yanks me back to him. Because he’s dipped to my height, his short pull has me banging noses and chins with him, our lips grazing lightly before I ‘ouch’ out in minor pain from impact.

I slap...