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.

tasted it—the metallic tang of blood from Everett's mouth, the same scent

to escape him but

for his, and she was left helpless under

as though she was about to pass out, she bit his lip in a desperate attempt

senses had snapped back into place, and

moment to compose herself before she chased after

the hospital room, Everett headed straight for

under the shower fully clothed, letting the icy water

doing—investigating, confirming whether Heather's words were true or

spewing lies, he thought. But this time, for

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