“You have to know I didn’t mean it,” I blurted, addressing the elephant in the room. “All of that shit I spurted out the last time we were together? It wasn’t me, Joe.” He stiffened. “I didn’t mean it, okay?” Reaching up, I placed a hand on his back, frowning when I felt the heat emanating from his body. Jesus, he was burning up. “I swear, Joe. Not one word of it.” “Yeah, you did.” The muscles in his back coiled tight under my touch. “And it’s okay. I don’t blame you.” “I don’t blame you for what happened, Joe,” I told him, feeling achingly vulnerable in this moment. “And I don’t want space. I
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