“Don’t be. The last thing I want is for you to feel bad for me.” “Why?” “Because that’s pussy shit.” I refilled my glass and took another drink. “Feeling your feelings because I care about you is not pussy shit.” His voice was warm and thick like honey when it poured out of a bottle. “It’s not my place to have an opinion about Queen Rolfe’s behavior, but I have the right to feel your sorrow—and I do.” “I don’t feel sorrow—” “You don’t have to put up a front with me. I find this no-nonsense, no-bullshit attitude sexy as hell, but we’re past that. There’s more to you than meets the eye, and I
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