“Let’s get the fuck out of here,” he says, catching his breath. “I just threw that guy over the railings, and tripped his gobby mate up in the aisle.” “You did what?!” My eyes widen, but his cheeky smirk shines bright. “They fucking deserved it,” my boyfriend says. “Nobody calls my princess a trappy hooker.” “Our princess,” Heath corrects him. “Good for you, Josh.”
