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“Sorry, he's allergic to jerks” I pushed Taigi behind me

I swore, if he could have killed aze, I would have been six feet under at that very moment Without another word, he turned back to his aparte his clothes

When the door closed, I cupped the sides of Taigi’s face “Good boy!” I grinned, letting us into our new home

But really, out of all the condos in the city, why the hell had I ended up next to hi him at the hospital had left a bad taste in my mouth I’d had this picture of him in my mind, the heartbroken man as left by the love of his life at the altar However, with each !

How he and Logan are related is beyond ot on the elevator

Sadly, before the elevator door closed he caain, dressed in track pants and a sleeveless sweatshirt This ti his headphones in

The ride down felt like it took forever, and when the doors opened, I ht to the back of the U-Haul

“Can’t a con artist like you afford to hire movers?”

He, for some reason, had stopped and stared at the boxes I had to o on your damn run already Wait… “Con artist?”

He nodded as if he didn’t knohy I was confused “I’ve seen your paintings There's no way in hell they're worth what you sell the people off, therefore, you are a con artist”

Speechless, my mouth dropped open

“That’s attractive,” he said, acting disgusted before adjusting his ear buds and leaving me as he continued down the street

“ASS!” I yelled, earning lances from passerby

My phone buzzed

Answering it, I snapped, “Hello!”