Get out of my house

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"JACKSON?!?!?" I stare shocked, looking him up and down. His white shirt, dirty and bloody, his face bruised and mangled. "Miss me?" He chuckled, "not really," I say sternly. "Awwww why not? It seemed like you liked me" he looks at me almost like he's disappointed. "Well, it seems like you didn't reciprocate" I cross my arm "now can you please leave." "I don't have to," he says, his tone almost a little angry. "You kinda do" I match my tone to his. He walks closer to me, "don't act like you don't want me" he grabbed my hip, pushing me to the wall. "I don't" I bite my lip and flip him around, pressing him against the door by his neck. "Sure you don't" he laughs before kissing me.

He runs his hands up my side, "What do u want Jackson?" I pull my face back slicking my hair with my good hand "I want what you want" he bites his lip. "Well I want you to get out of my house" I growl. His breathing speeds up "well what if I don't wanna?"
"Then I'll just have to make u" I smirk
"Do your worst" he says pulling my waist closer to him
"Oh, I will"

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