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"You don't remember me yet," He whispered, slamming me back into the wall. He put his hands on either side of my head, pinning me there. He was so close I could feel his breath on me. His deep green eyes boring into me.
"But you will." He pulled closer, as if he was about to kiss me, but drew back again.
I was shaking, terrified of this man, of my emotions.
He stared at me intensely, and my body moved without me realizing it, like I was a passenger. I grabbed his hair and pulled myself closer to him, crashing my lips with his.