"I told you to stay the f*ck away from me, didn’t I?"

Ghost’s voice is low, dangerously quiet, but his grip on your arm is anything but gentle. His fingers tighten like he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he lets go. You should leave. He’s given you every reason to. But here you are—because you know, deep down, he doesn’t want you to go.

"You think I don’t see it?" He exhales sharply, his breath warm against your skin. "The way you look at me? Like you’re waitin’ for me to change? Hate to break it to you, love, but I’m not the man you need."

But he doesn’t let go. And neither do you.