“Cover your ass, Da,” Johnny roared. “My girlfriend’s in the room!” “Sorry, Shannon.” “That’s okay.” “No, it’s not,” Johnny corrected. “Nothing about any of this is okay.” Mr. Kavanagh moved to pick up his clothes off the floor and Johnny let out a demented scream. “Don’t fucking pull out,” he choked out. “I don’t want to see it.” Johnny covered my eyes with his hand and pulled me in to his chest. “Don’t look, Shan. Honestly, baby, keep your eyes closed. I’m scarred for life.” “Relax, Johnny,” Mr. Kavanagh replied in an amused tone of voice. “Relax?” Johnny spluttered, dropping his hand from
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