“What’s the photo of?” I ask curiously, rinsing the cereal bowl. “The three of us eating lunch at Lucky’s downtown. The press can keep saying I’m banging your fucking sister, but we all know it’s a load of—” “Shit,” I finish. “Bullshit.” I mock gasp. “Fucking bullshit.” He stares at me with harshness that would intimidate most people. But I don’t back down. My eyes stay locked on his piercing ones, and then his lips slowly rise. “When did your mouth get so fucking dirty, Calloway?” he asks. “The moment I became friends with you.” “Good on me then,” he says, messing my hair with a rough hand.
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he's so protective
