“While we’re at it, let’s talk about how much it must suck to have two men in love with you,” he exclaims bitterly, hitting the wall beside him hard enough that she flinches. “Let’s talk about the fact that we kissed and you’re running away from it because you’re scared.”

“Of course I’m scared,” she interjects suddenly, breathing hard now. “The way you love me is so much bigger than me. What the hell am I supposed to do with that?”

He stares at her in disbelief. “Oh, I don’t know,” he says bitterly (he should probably be more understanding, but he’s reached the limits of his patience). “Maybe not run away from it?” [x]

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