"I know you think I’m a bad person . . . but you make me—” He draws up short. “Never mind.”
Why does he always stop?
“Finish that sentence, Hardin, or I am leaving right now,” I tell him. And mean it.
The way his eyes seem to burn when he looks at me, the way his lips part slowly, as if every word will hold something, a lie or a truth, it makes me wait for his response. “You . . . you make me want to be good, for you . . . I want to be good for you, Tess.”
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