My hand flew to my mouth, a gesture of shock and a rare show of modesty these days.
Digging my nails into Colin's hand, I left three red trails across his skin...
Colin just chuckled, taking a sharp breath and pulling me closer.
"Get lost..." At that moment, I was too flustered and furious to care about anything else, my heart racing with indignation.
Colin, however, skillfully changed the subject, avoiding my questions.
"Phoebe... it's not over," he insisted, refusing to let go.
Angered, I bit down on his neck in frustration, simultaneously hitting and pushing him, scared of actually hurting him.
He probably took it as some twisted form of affection, continuing his advances with a smirk...
"Caleb, you're done for," I threatened, my anger heightened by his deliberate provocations, his voice taking on a mock-serious tone...
I kept biting him, trying to stay quiet despite the urge to scream.
All I could do was endure...
...
I'm not sure how much time passed before Caleb, the jerk, finally decided to let me go.
My legs were shaking... I leaned against the wall, glaring at him fiercely.
That jerk just pulled me in for another kiss.
Biting my lip, I whispered sternly, "From now on, don't touch me for a year."
Colin looked pitiful.
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