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Alex's breath tickles my ear, each hair on my neck stands up.

"What are you doing?" My voice was small and I undeniably flushed.

I was holding back, but the effect was wearing off, so I looked down at the ground.

"What are you doing?" He asked, mimicking my voice.

I looked up ready to glare at the bastard but his expression was unreadable. Like always.

I was confused. That's an understatement. I was very confused.

How did this even happen?

"What do you mean?" I finally replied back.

"You keep on saying you don't want me."

I gasp, unable to say anything.

"But," he continues, " I know you do Evelyn."

"I don't want you."

"Yeah your right." He replies back.

Thank God, he finally gets it.

I was about to sigh of relief, thankful that this whole thing is over. But he just had to say:

"You need me."