“Well, fuck you, Joey Lynch.” I turned around to leave then, only to halt in my tracks when his arm came around my waist, pulling me back against his chest. “I’m sorry.” He exhaled a heavy breath and tightened his arm around my body. “I fucked up.” “Yeah, you did,” I squeezed out, trembling all over, as I resisted the urge to sag against him, because, let’s face it, he could barely hold himself up in this moment. “You’re a fucking asshole.” “I know.” A pained groan escaped him and he dropped his head to rest on my shoulder. “I know, baby.” “You’re hurting me.” He groaned in pain. “Shh, stop
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