“I…I hate him! He's…urgh!” I couldn't really think of a way to explain it to Jazz, and the tears weren't really making it any easier. He reached over, undid my seatbelt and pulled me onto his lap. God that boy is strong. Or maybe I'm really weak. His arms wrapped around me, and I buried my face in his neck, breathing in deeply.
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