“I’m fine,” I snapped, forcing myself to sit back in my seat as normally as I possibly could while attempting to ignore my aching bits. Avoiding eye contact, I buckled my seat belt and folded my legs. Totally normal. Nothing to see here. From the back seat, Carter groaned. “God damn it,” he cursed, punching Heath in the shoulder. “We had an agreement.” “Ow, dickhead,” Heath protested, punching him back. “Don’t get mad at me!” Carter gasped, and I glanced over my shoulder to see him staring at Royce in shock. “No! You?” Royce just grinned like a fucking Cheshire cat, not even the slightest bit
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