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2024-12-06 07:29:10Isabella
The car ride to my apartment was maddening. Logan, of course, took every opportunity to needle me about my “impulsive tendencies,” while I countered with sarcastic remarks about his overinflated ego.
“You know,” he said, smirking as he navigated the city streets, “if you weren’t so busy being stubborn, you might admit you want me."
“Want you?” I scoffed. “Logan, the only thing I want right now is the thought of getting out of this car.”
“Keep telling yourself that, Isabella,” he replied with maddening calm. “Denial suits you.”
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