"Esperanza," Izaak said simply, widening the door so I could step inside his immaculate apartment.
"I need a fight."
"Haven't you had enough lately?"
It was weird being in his living room without Clo's "room" sectioned off. Another reminder of the mess I was in. Again. "Yeah, I have. Just break down the rest of me."
Izaak closed and locked the door, walking towards me, brows furrowed in confusion. Without allowing him the opportunity to speak, I reached up and shoved him, expending entirely too much energy for the tiny amount he moved. Now his eyebrow cocked and he put his hands on his hips, towering over me.
"Bro, come on." I pushed him again, this time pleased that his fingers wrapped around my forearms.
"What are you doing?"
I twisted my arms, trying to get out of his grip. "Whatever the fuck I want."
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