Psychotic Tendencies
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"Hey," he spoke, trapping her in his body heat as he slanted forward and roughly placed a hand above her head. The air felt restricting as Bailey struggled to breathe, his molten eyes anchoring her in place. She felt confined, yet she didn't make a move to leave.
"What?" she whispered, looking up at him through her lashes.
His grin was risky and menacing. "Want to leave this place?"
Bailey paused, blinking, her heart beating a thousand miles per hour. Then, she smirked, her mouth tilting up into a tantalising smile.
"Fuck yes."
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