“Your ribs okay?” “Yeah, they’re fine.” Fine meaning I’d tossed and turned the past few nights trying to get comfortable. But I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of sharing that tidbit. “I was really hammered that night.” I laughed again, the sound acrid even to my own ears. “That old excuse, huh? Favored by straight boys all across the land. No homo. I get it.” “That’s not what I meant, asshole, about the—” Mark blew out a breath of frustration, brows pinching together as he lowered his voice. “I meant about hurting you.” He shifted uncomfortably as I cocked my head, eyeing him up and
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