“C’mere, baby,” Madden says. His grin is enormous as he grabs the front of my Emerson jersey and tugs me closer. His lips are pursed, mouth inching slowly closer, and I know he said he’d divert and kiss my head, but before he manages to lift his chin, a thunderous bang makes us jump apart. Then I’m looking up into the murderous face of my boyfriend. He pounds the glass again, then points at Madden. “Don’t you dare!” The side of his fist hits the glass, and after a moment, he turns his stare on me. “Touch my boyfriend and see what happens!”
I mean fun. But yall already done pissed me off
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