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I expect Garrett to get mad, or cut his losses, but instead, he takes a step closer, so he’s pressed up against my chest and I can feel the heat from his body; feel his breath on my skin

"You sure about that, darlin’?" He murmurs, his voice low and s towards him, closer, to hear the quiet drawl of his next words

"Because judging by the chip on your shoulder and that stick up your ass, you haven’t been getting what you need for a long, long tiasp, stunned How dare he?!

I open ive him hell, but before I can say a word, Garrett reaches out and trails a finger down the side of h e of fire Our eyes lock, and so dusk light Sonize the pull snaking throughin my blood

Desire

I slap his hand away

"Don’t touch hcrazy!

"Relax, sugar" Garrett scowls atinto flint and steel "You’re not my type I prefer my women flesh and blood, not stuck-up ice queens like you"

His words cut through me

An ice queen…That’s what Alexander calls y to deal with his late-night groping Like there’s so with id, a bitch

And he’s right My resolve hardens "You’re disgusting," I tell Garrett, stepping back But my heel skinks deep into the snow and I’ to keep upright

Garrett reaches to catch rin "I won’t trouble you any longer," he tells ht"

He turns and walks away, leavingin the snow

"Wait!" I call after hi, I can’t pull it loose "You can’t just leave me like this!"