“Allison, stop,” he says, lifting a hand toward me but I swat it away. I try to walk off, but he grabs both my shoulders, holding me in place.
“Are you just going to keep letting Sean’s definition of you run your life?”
I jerk out of his grip, glaring. “Stop acting like you give a damn about me!”
“Does it hurt that I care?” he shoots back. “Is it so terrifying that I care for you? Is that why you’re doing everything to self-sabotage?”
I scoff, heat rising. “You love to throw that word around like you know anything about me. You don’t. This… this is just your desperate attempt to control me, like I’m some…”
“And what happens if I let you do whatever you want?” he cuts in, his nose flaring, and anger deep but not pointed at me. “Do you think hooking up with a bunch of people who don’t g
