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I am attracted to you. I don’t know why, but I have been from the moment I walked in and saw you sitting with Teagan and the rest of your friends. You were the first one I noticed. Sasha, I don’t want to hurt you. That is not and has never been my intent. But I don’t want you to think me desiring you is a sign that I want something serious.”
    Sasha barely recognized her own movements, but she realized what she did as she saw his face abruptly turn. Her hand mark was evident on his cheek. Not waiting for his response she said in a clear strong voice, “I want you to leave, Dmitri. And I don’t want to see you again. You call out my friends for not caring about me and tell me to realize my worth but then you treat me as if somehow I’m not worthy.”
    Her hands fisted at her sides as she kept eye contact with him. His dark eyes had grown cold and the frown on his face had deepened to a hateful grimace. “I won’t allow someone like you to take my virginity, something I value, as if it were nothing. You don’t deserve it because you are a self-centered, arrogant, superficial asshole! All you care about is that the person you deem worthy enough to be on your arm publicly is equally as beautiful as you. Well, I’ve got news for you, Dmitri. No amount of physical attractiveness or wealth will ever hide the ugliness in your heart.”
    The tears that had welled in her eyes began to fall in rivers down her cheeks. In that moment, she hated him for hurting her. The way he had carefully advised her in the car had made her hope that at some level he did see her as something valuable and precious. But his actions and words just now told an entirely different story. She hated him for making her hope.
    “I’m tired of people throwing me away!” Sobbing now, she turned away from him. “Just leave. Get out!”
    Dmitri didn’t know what to do in those moments. At a certain level he was beyond angry at her outbursts. But he knew he couldn’t leave with her so broken. Cautiously he reached out for her and pressed her against his chest. She was so distraught she seemed to have completely forgotten her blatant distaste of him from earlier.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       
    She snuggled deeper into his chest, searching for any form of comfort as she continued to cry. Dmitri leaned down to pick her up bridal-style. He sat down on the couch with her settled gently against his chest. As she continued to sob, he wondered why he had not left yet. He barely knew this girl but seeing the broken look in her eyes had struck something in him. It made him question whether the attraction he had felt towards her really was only lust.
    They sat there for nearly thirty minutes, silent and contemplative, until he heard a jingle at the door. Dmitri looked toward the front door and saw Teagan make her way in, struggling to carry several