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"Well, I don’t want to sleep with you tonight"

God, I’ a complete bitch! Stop it!

But I can’t

"I’ll sleep on the couch then," he replies

"Do what you want" I turn and walk towith me

I pull my phone out of et over myself

I strip out ofattention to the tears rolling downtext from Jax

Get over yourself Why did I just say that?

I wipe my cheeks with the back ofhe didn’t really do Girls texted him for booty calls today He didn’t reply to them But one sent her tits!

I hit send and less than ten seconds later, s

"You didn’t have to call me"

"Do I need to come home?" Jax’s voice is full of worry and itdu bastards like Scott was," Jax reminds me

"Scott and I weren’t even officially a couple"

"No, but he still fucked anything that looked at hi you, and it screwed you up, tootsie roll Mark isn’t Scott, and just because a couple trollops sent hi So yeah, get over yourself"

"Dah love sucks ass"

Jax chuckles "Did he leave?"

"No, he…" The front door slaain "Yeah He just left"

"Sleep off your shitty ize With a blow job"

"Thanks, Dr Ruth"

"My pleasure See you on Friday"

My head is pounding when I wake up It’s not quite light out yet Gray shadows are cast across the roo to surface

I climb out of bed and shuffle into the kitchen to take some painkillers, toss the left over water in the sink, and turn to go back to bed, but a dark figure on the couch catches my eye

Mark

He didn’t leave

He’s stretched out on his back, a quilt I recognize froht we sat on the pier draped over him As I step closer, I can see he’s asleep

And suddenly, I just can’t stay away fro up in a ball on his chest and suddenly his arhtly

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