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“What, not talk to people? Trust me, you should do it more often. Save other people the misfortune of speaking to you.” I broke my silence but couldn’t stop myself.

His expression hardened even more and he was back to glaring at me. “You’re really going to make me say it?”

“Say what Tyson?!” I threw my arms up. “I have no idea what you are talking about! I don’t want to talk to you. I want to leave!”

“Yep. I’m going to have to do it.” He took a step toward me and I took my opportunity and attempted to go around him but he blocked me again. “At least hear me out? You are forcing me to say it after all.”

What was I forcing him to tell me? He looked really torn up about it.

“Whatever it is, Tyson, just keep it to yourself.” I gave him some advice and went to walk around him, but he blocked me again and I groaned. “Why won’t you let me leave?”

“I like you.”

I frowned. “No, you don’t.” If anything he hated me. “You hate me, Tyson. You clearly don’t know the difference between like and hate.”

“Nah I was…” He groaned. “You’re really going to make me say it?”

“What are you trying to say? I don’t understand!”

“I was pissed off you got it on with Cameron. I thought I had made it clear to you I was interested and then you go let one of my brothers have you!”

“I didn’t get with Cameron! He felt me up and I punched him!”

“Yeah, I know that now!” He let a frustrated sigh. “I shouldn’t have listened to him to begin with.”

Men. All they cared about was the opinion of other men. “Well, it doesn’t matter now.” I went to walk around him but he blocked me again.

“It does matter because I was a dick.”

“Not was. Am.”

“Layla.”

“Don’tLaylame.” I snapped, not in the mood. “Please move.” I was saying please. And I think that was asking nicely. After how he treated me, me saying please was a big deal.

“I’m sorry.”

I knew he wasn’t used to saying those words and by the expression on his face it looked like it physically hurt him to say it.

Which meant he didn’t mean them.

“Move, Tyson. I don’t do games.” I crossed my arms. “And I don’t accept your apology.”

“You should have told me you didn’t hook up with Cameron!”

“You didn’t ask me!” God, what a frustrating situation. “Clearly you don’t know me. Because someone that knows me would know I wouldn’t do something like that!”

“You’re right, I don’t know you.” He stepped into my personal space. “But I want to.” He did it again. He touched me; his hand on my hip. “Let me get to know you?”

“You’re asking me to let you get to know me?” I didn’t let people get to know me. I was a private person. Hannah had been the only one to get to really know me.

“Give me a shot? I know you might not think it but I’m a good guy,” he grinned. “Please, Layla.”

Give him a shot? Nope. Not doing it.

“You know, there is one thing I can use to get to know someone.” He lowered his voice, “Can we do this my way?”

His way? What did he mean by that? My breath got caught when he dipped his head.Please don’t do it.His lips brushed mine. God, why would he do that to me! Getting me addicted on something I’d never get a good dose of.

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