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"I love Denis!" I yelled, looking up at him. His eyes, which seemed soft. Were now seeming cold and distant, not matching the smirk played across his lips.
"if you love Denis, then tell me why." he said, quietly, sharp as a knife. I furrowed my brows.
"why what?"
"why did you kiss me back?" he said, caressing my cheek before he picked up his car keys and left, leaving me consumed by my own thoughts and the taste of his lips on mine.