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There’s no obligation keeping me glued to her. If anything, it’s the other way around. I’ve been trapping her so she doesn’t slip between my fingers. It’s the first time in my life that I want to keep something instead of destroying it to pieces. The first time that I’ve looked forward to going home instead of spending all-nighters at the office. The defiance in that woman makes me both insane and keeps me driven. The more she slips away from me, the harder I cage her in. The more challenging she becomes, the more ruthless my reaction turns. It’s an everyday game. One I can’t seem to shake off. But I’ll have to one day. I’ll have to go back to my usual balance and peace. However, that day isn’t today. I spot Moses in front of my car, but he’s not smoking. That’s the only reason he’d step outside since he usually stays inside with Harris. Unless Harris isn’t alone. I start towards my car and don’t bother to ask Moses if she’s in there. I know she is. Another one of the infuriating habit