“They’ll kill you, Max. No! We’ll tell them I slept on the sofa. No, no, you did.” She pulls on her jeans, her eyes as wild as her fucked-all-night hair. “You’d never make me sleep on the sofa.” I climb out of bed and grab hold of her, putting a stop to her rambling and forcing her to look up at me. “Joey, stop. I’ll tell them the truth.” “But …” She stares at me like I’ve lost my mind. “I’ll figure something out, I promise.” “They’ll hate you,” she whispers. “If they do, it was worth it.” “Max, no.” Her bottom lip trembles. I wrap her in my arms and kiss the top of her head. “Last night was
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