“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 my eyes. “Are you serious right now? I eat my fucking dinner on that counter—not anymore, apparently. No, I’m never eating in this
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