Everett was a mess—a walking disaster area, so filthy that it seemed even he couldn't stand his own reflection.

"Everett, when have I ever complained about that?" Dorothy tried to grab his hand with a stubborn determination, but he jerked away, only for her to reach for him again.

Suddenly, Everett's towering figure pinned her against the wall, his grip on her hand unyielding. His long legs aggressively wedged themselves between hers, trapping her in place.

"Everett." Before Dorothy could protest, his lips crashed down on hers.

It was wild and frantic.

As if this kiss was their last, he devoured her mouth, claiming it, unwilling to let go.

"Umm. Umm!" Dorothy felt the air being sucked from her lungs, her body going numb with confusion.

Everett's mouth,

struggling to escape him but rather to

match for his, and she was left helpless under his

out, she bit his

senses had snapped back into

moment to compose herself before she

the hospital room, Everett headed straight for

fully clothed, letting the icy water

confirming

spewing lies, he thought. But this time, for some reason, he believed

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