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.

it—the metallic tang of blood from Everett's

hurt? Dorothy wasn't struggling to escape him but rather to

for his, and she was

feeling as though she was about to pass out, she bit his

had snapped back into place,

took a long moment to compose herself

hospital room, Everett headed straight for the

clothed, letting the icy water soak through the fabric, a sobering chill against

he should be doing—investigating, confirming whether Heather's words were true

thought. But this time,

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