“Where am I allowed to completely lose my shit? Point me in that direction, because I am officially losing it.” “Hey,” he says again, his free hand cupping my face. “Look at me.” “Your lawyer is a jerk—” “Don’t look at her. Look at me.” My chest heaves as I let myself look at him. Fuck, I could lose myself in the blue of his eyes. “She doesn’t matter.” He turns us so my back is to her. “Nothing else matters. Not the lawyers or the coaches, the agents, the doctors. Let them all fade away. At the end of the day, this is about you, me, and Karolina. Together, we will find a way to make this work.
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