Page 179 of Let You Love Me

Jace:

I don’t sound like a fucking chick in the sack, dude.

Chris:

Whatever helps you sleep at night.

Me:

Can we refocus, please? This conversation is making me sick and I already have a broken fucking back to contend with.

Atlas:

The man has a point.

Jace:

Hey, it could be worse. You could’ve broken your dick. #blessed

Chris:

How do we know he didn’t?

Me:

My dick is fucking fine.

Chris:

You sound defensive.

I close my eyes and let my head fall back against the headboard.

Why did I text them? Why?

When my phone pings again, I’m almost afraid to look at it.

Graham:

So, what’s hurting the most? Your back or this shit with Lane?

Damn. Graham hit the nail on the head.

I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised. He went through a hell of a time last fall with his best friend, Mackenzie.

Me:

Both.

Jace:

In all seriousness, I hate this for you on all levels. It sucks ass, man. We’re all just grateful you’re okay, but damn.

Atlas:

Ditto. You might be a pain in the ass, but this could’ve been a lot worse.

Me:

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