WILL GRAYSON III
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Your throat tightened, but you gritted your teeth and yanked at your wrists.
But before you could escape his lap, he grabbed your chin with one hand and wrapped his other arm around your waist.
Against his body, and whispering so softly that no one could hear it but you.
"Don't you know you can have whatever you want?" His eyes searched yours. "I will hurt anyone for you." The weight on your chest was too heavy, it almost hurt to breathe. "Who is it?” Will asked. "Who do I have to hurt?”