“Well, you’re not fat for a guy who eats so much,” I blurted out and immediately regretted my words. Johnny laughed softly. “No, I’m not.” I turned the color of crimson. “I’m so sorry,” I choked out. “I didn’t mean to call you—” “Don’t apologize,” he told me, still smiling. “I train. Hard. I need the fuel to pump my body.”
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