“Fuck,” is all he says. “Fuck,” I repeat in agreement. He shakes his head, a grimace on his lips. “I have to take a walk or something. I’m too pissed off to sleep now.” I roll onto my knees, looking up at him. “Then we won’t sleep.” His gaze falls to mine, softening. “I’m sorry, baby.” “I’m sorry too.” His jaw ticks. “Don’t you dare say sorry.” He shifts over to me, gripping my hair and nuzzling his face in my neck. “You’re not a girl that says sorry.” “Not even for buying you ugly socks?” His laugh tickles my skin, and somehow it lightens the mood a few shades. “They are fucking ugly.” “Will
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