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Meyer's POV
I shifted back and rolled my eyes at him.
"Stop getting ahead of yourself, Christian. I can do whatever I want with my body, with myself. Don't push your luck." I said out loud.
How could he just finish a whole plate of the chicken food without granting my permission? I couldn't help but ask myself. What the heck is wrong with him?
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