#Chapter70
The Repeat
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Drew kissed me! My best friend kissed me. I try to break from him, from the kiss, but he grips my hair and my arm, and he kisses me so strong with full rage that I can taste blood in my mouth. The kiss doesn’t give tingles—it isn’t right. I cup his face and push him away, but he’s just so strong, and I need to breathe, but I can’t just break away no matter how I try to struggle. So shut my eyes close and kiss him back just the way he kisses me, and he moans and loosens his grip on my hair, and that’s how I get to pull away from him.
I slap him so hard like I never slap anyone before, and it feels good.
