"No," he strangled out, shaking from head to toe, as he physically strained his body away from me. "I’m afraid I’ll hurt you.” His words threw us both. “Hurt me?” I repeated and quickly shook my head. “All you’ve ever done is look out for me, Joey Lynch. You would never hurt me.” “I could,” he argued back, running a hand through his soaked hair. “I might.” Wide-eyed and chest heaving, he watched me warily, waiting for my reaction. Waiting for my rejection, I quickly realized. “That’s not going to happen.” With my eyes locked on his, and my heart hammering wildly in my chest, I forced myself
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