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“For security reasons, I wouldn’t do it publicly. But personally? Sure. I still find women attractive, though, so I’m probably bisexual.” “Women like Jessica?” He sighs. “Yes, women like Jessica.” I stand up and grab the knife, but he slams my hand down. “Sit the fuck down, Carson. Enough.” “I’m going to fucking stab you.” “I said. Enough. Cut it out and stop with the impulsive actions.” He presses on my hand as his authoritative voice penetrates my skin. “Let go.” I glare but release the knife, and he removes his hand as I sit back down. I stuff another strawberry in my mouth to keep from exploding. Because what the fuck? Since when am I this quick to jump to action? More importantly, why does the mention of someone else turn me murderous? “Count to ten,” he says in that same austere tone. “Or, better yet, try having a civil conversation instead of stabbing. I will not stand for these types of tantrums again. Got it?” Something about his tone and the quiet command does something to me