“Why else would you?” I tell her the honest truth. “Because a spiteful bitch destroyed something of yours…and I wanted to fix it.” Her eyes become glassy. “Why?” “I don’t know,” I answer in frustration. “Because I fucking felt like it, all right?” “Colton,” she presses. “Casey ruined your shit because of me,” I growl. “If it was anyone else she fucked with, I wouldn’t care, but it wasn’t. It was you…and that’s a problem for me.”
