I was in so much fucking trouble. For once, my problems had nothing to do with my adductor and everything to do with the girl naked in my bathroom. “What the hell was that about?” I hissed when I found my mother in the kitchen. “Hello, love,” my mother replied, as she continued to chop carrots, clearly oblivious to my outrage. “Hello?” I balked. “That’s all you’ve got to say?” Setting her knife down on the chopping board, she turned to face me. “That girl is fragile, Johnny.” Mam nibbled on her lip, brows furrowed in concern. “There is something about her that makes me want to wrap my arms
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