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  • Writer's pictureMelissa McTernan

The Shape of Oliver Wright: Part 7

He opened his mouth to defend himself but could find no words up to the task. She was right, of course.

“And you kissed me in that body, with lips that weren’t yours.” She shuddered in disgust.

“I never meant to—”

“Shut up, Oliver!”

He clamped his lips together so hard he felt the bite of his own teeth on his tongue.

“You tricked me into dating you. You tricked me into kissing you.” Again, her body trembled. “And, worst of all, you tricked me into having feelings for you.”

Part 7 is here: In which the shit hits the fan...

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