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barely forward, bringing our lips only inches away from one another.
    My breathing hitched and my neck craned to lift my head to his, but as my eyes began to drift closed, my mind replayed the sight of catching Jonathan screwing that girl as if it had just happened.
    “Get off of me,” I whispered harshly, jerking back as I recalled the look on his face when he realized I had walked in on them. He didn’t even pull out of the girl. He just blankly stared at me until I couldn’t see him through the blur of my tears as I turned around and ran.
    Good times , I thought bitterly.
    “Get off of me!” I shouted, my momentary lapse in sanity disappearing beneath the weight those memories still held.
    Jonathan seemed able to sense where my mind had gone and he rolled off, sitting beside me and propping himself up against the bed. The chain between us was fairly long, giving him plenty of room to cross his arms over his chest while he shot me an emotionless glare.
    “We really need to talk, Fiona.”
    “No, we really don’t,” I disagreed with a harsh shake of my head. “What I need is for you to take this damn shackle off so I can get the hell out of this cabin.”
    Much to my irritation, he blatantly ignored me. “Look, what happened on prom night was—”
    “I don’t care, Jonathan,” I said miserably, raising my hands in mock surrender. “I just don’t. There’s nothing to fucking say about it because I. Don’t. Care. ”
    His eye twitched once before he clenched his jaw, obviously fighting back whatever it was he wanted to say. Or shout. Either one wouldn’t have surprised me. Jonathan was nothing if not passionate.
    “ Liar ,” he muttered, just loud enough for me to hear it. I opened my mouth to protest, but he cut me off with a wave of his hand. “Tell yourself whatever the hell you want, but no matter what you say, you’re stuck with me for the next three days. Literally.”
    As charming as his smile was, all I wanted to do in that moment was slap it right off his face.
    Without even considering my actions, I did exactly that.

Chapter Nine

Jonathan
    A sharp blow across my cheek was pretty much the last thing I expected from Fiona. I raised a hand to my face in disbelief, scoffing at how absurd the notion was even though it had literally just happened.
    She seriously fucking slapped me.
    I tried to save face by pretending that it didn’t bother me, but it did. This was going to be a hell of a lot harder than I’d thought. Sure, I’d never expected her to just lie back and accept an apology, but I definitely hadn’t expected her to hit me.
    The semester she’d spent at college had changed her a little more than I realized. The Fiona I knew was stubborn as fuck, but incredibly mild-mannered. In the past, she would have just pulled a face at me and sulked. Angry outbursts were never her style.
    She must really hate me now. Or at least she thinks she does.
    “So help me—Jonathan, let me go right the fuck now. We have nothing to talk about,” she practically growled out, her anger making her tremble.
    She didn’t even realize that she was turning me on. Fuck , she looked feisty as hell as she harshly pulled on the shackle in a vain attempt to get it off her wrist.
    But what did she really expect me to do? Just give in to her demands because she slapped me? Unlock the chain and let her flee from the cabin and my presence and ignore all the very real issues that we needed to talk about? She knew me better than that, or at least I thought she did.
    “I beg to differ, sweetheart,” I argued with a chuckle, rubbing the stinging skin of my face while I shook my head. “If we didn’t have anything to talk about, you wouldn’t be so fucking hostile.”
    Fiona raised her hand to slap me again. Once bitten, twice shy. I caught her wrist and pushed her down, pinning her against the floor while she glared at me. The new position didn’t save me from the verbal half of her assault.
    “I wouldn’t be