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"Then why did you take it from my room?"

"Because I…" He floundered for a minute, a very rare occurrence with him, and rubbed at his eyes "I just didn’t want you to have it anymore" I had never made him this distressed and irritated before, and I enjoyed it Usually he was the one driving me nuts "Do you reht you snuck into ht

"And I bit you" His eyes shifted, and his heartbeat changed He had deep e me, but I couldn’t tell what they were "Your blood tasted of Jack, and… so I didn’t want you to have the book any him "I mean, you wrote this, didn’t you?"

"Yes," he said quietly "So you can understand why I wouldn’t want you to have it after everything that happened with Jack"

"I do" I held the book out to him so he would take it, but he just stared at it for a moment then looked up at me

"Do you still want to read it?"

"Only if you wouldn’t mind"

"I don’t think it really matters to you what I mind" His voice was barely audible, and he turned away froainst his bed

"That’s not fair, Peter! I’ve been doing everything I possibly can to hed "Just take the book Read it It’ll take your ry you are so you can finally fuck Jack"

My jaw dropped That hat I was trying to do, but he didn’t need to throw it init sound dirty and bad It hurt and pissed me off, so I threw the book at his chest and storrabbedhis rooottawith hi But you gotta help otta…" I trailed off and looked away

"Why is it so iive you?" Peter asked

That really was the question at the heart of it all Why did it ht ofhi athat I couldn’t quite explain

"Why did you co to look at him His hand burned warm on my arm, and I knew that I should shake it away, but I didn’t