“What happened?” he demanded, glaring down at me. “Who the fuck made you cry?” “What?” I breathed, shaking my head. “I’m not crying.” “Your eyes are red and swollen,” he deadpanned. “You’ve been crying.” His eyes moved to my cheek. “The fuck happened to your face?” “What?” “Your face,” he bit out. “Your cheek is red.” “I’m fine,” I choked out, taking a safe step back from his overly observant eyes. It was only then that I noticed he was still holding my wrist. Johnny obviously noticed it, too, because he quickly dropped my hand and took a step back himself, then ran a hand through his
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