“I’ve had enough of their crap.” He takes two long strides back toward the arena. I rush around in front of him and put my hands on his chest. “Do not make me lay you out. Especially not on cement.” His right eye twitches and his nostrils flare. I arch a brow. “Fuck, you’re hot.” He runs a rough hand through his hair. “It’s not cool that they were chirping you.” “I know. And I dealt with it. You can’t fight my battles for me, Chase.” “People can be such assholes, though.” “Agreed. But you going in there and sticking up for me won’t change anything.” I pat his chest. “My insecurities are mine,
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