Where there was irritation before was now only confusion. “We aren’t going anywhere,” Bear said, looking down into my eyes. He grabbed the oars from me and tossed them overboard, one at a time, launching them like little javelins across the water. The way I feel about you is the one thing in my life I still have that’s completely mine, and believe it or not, even you can’t take that from me.” I grabbed the oars and tried to row back to shore but Bear locked his thighs around me so that I couldn’t turn back around. “You don’t have the right to tell me not to, love doesn’t work like that. And newsflash: I’ve loved you since I first saw you when I was just a kid and I will love you until I’m a hundred years old and even after they bury me in the ground.” I turned in the seat and Bear shifted his leg to make room for my knees, which were dangerously close to his cock that I couldn’t help but notice was already hard, pulsing as we argued. “No? You really are an idiot then! You don’t get to tell me that. “No?” I asked, feeling every bit of anger coming back with a vengeance, rage raced up toward my neck, my blood turning hot in my pulsing veins.
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