"You're mine." Harry pushes me up against the wall and holds his hands to the back of my thigh. "Say it." I just stand there, my stomach feeling like it's about to burst with nervousness. "Say it!" He demands.
"I'm yours, Harry." My breathes stuttering. The truth is I'm terrified of him.
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