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Amelia's pov

I try to pretend that I am bored of his words, that they did not affect me in the slightest, and push him away, dusting off the imaginary dust on my clothes while glaring at him.

"You're getting a bit bold now huh." I harsh out.

He shrugged. "Maybe it's cause I can't hold my want for you any longer spitfire."

I narrowed my eyes and whipped around, walking away as I snorted over my shoulder. "What's the saying? The bad boys always want what they can't have. I should warn you, I'm not exactly a good girl."

"I like myself a bad girl," he said way too close to me. " And you're a very very bad girl spitfire and I assure you I can handle you." He said amused which ticked me off.

"Well too bad I won't let you handle me because I won't give in. Might want to crawl back to your girl Dayna." I sneered over my shoulder and gasp when I felt long fingers wrap around my arm and tugged me around.

Our chests pressed as I am pulled to him, the harshness of our breaths rowing through the a