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“Why did I have to get stuck with you anyway?”
Elle’s anger boils over then and before she can stop to think she’s pinned Jack to the wall, staring her down before grumbling.
“I fucking hate you…”
“I hate you too.”
Jack’s reply is just as grumbled, her hand bunching into Elle’s short cut bob, the two continuing to stare each other down before Elle finally mutters ‘Fuck it’ and leans to kiss Jack, it’s deep, almost possessive and Jack’s free hand curls around her, the other pulling her deeper into the kiss. It’s anger and passion and want. Raw want. The fight had been coming for days, since the ‘Christmas Retreat’ started, but now, finally, it’s all worth it.