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Aribel
Grant swung me around and slammed my back into the wall. All the breath whooshed out of my lungs with the force of it. His lips crashed back down onto mine, and all that existed was here and now with him.
My fingers gripped his T-shirt and drew him closer to me. Suddenly his hands were everywhere, dropping onto my shoulders, sliding over my waist, lifting the hem of my dress. I groaned into his mouth and his tongue slid over mine. All of that built up anger and frustration cracked open between us.
I had been so worried about what he would think once I finally told him what happened I hadn’t even been able to be myself. I’d started acting like the person I thought he wanted. We’d been having a lot of s*x and doing very, very little talking. For me, it had almost been easier. Ma
