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spin around in his arms to face her, shocked by her words.
    “Jealous, bitch?” Johnny asks through a smile.
    “What? Me jealous of Hattie ? A girl who has the body of a prepubescent boy? Fuck, no . I can get whatever man I want. She hasn’t been laid since that last boyfriend she had about a year ago. I’m not sure she isn’t a lesbian,” she laughs. A mixture of anger and embarrassment bubbles through my body.
    “Get the fuck out of here, you dumb whore,” Johnny growls.
    “No. Hattie, do you want me to leave?” she asks, as if I’m going to tell her to stay and kick Johnny out after she insulted me—to my face.
    “Yes, I do,” I murmur.
    “Seriously? You’re going to choose some guy you don’t even know over your best friend?” she squawks.
    “I’m not choosing anybody over anybody. You just insulted me, to my face . I don’t care who’s standing behind me, I’d still ask you to leave,” I say, finally speaking up for myself where Willa is concerned.
    “I always joke about your small tits, that’s nothing new. Why are you acting like it’s a big deal?” she has the audacity to ask me.
    I open my mouth to respond but Johnny gets there first—and when he does, I can’t help but cringe at the way he talks to her.
    “Because you’re a no good, piece of shit whore . You’d ditch your friend in a place she don’t belong to get assaulted. Fuck , you’d ditch her with no ride home and an hour away from her place, twice. You’d also fuck her man, or at least try, just because. You’re selfish and have low self-esteem, so get your no good ass outta here.”
    “You have to be fucking kidding me?” she asks, looking from Johnny to me with her mouth wide open.
    “Don’t look at Hattie. You don’t fuckin’ know her. Get your skank ass the fuck out of her sight, and mine,” he grunts.
    Without another word to Willa, or about her, Johnny moves, wrapping his arm around my neck as he guides me away from her and toward my front door. Then he slips my purse from my hand and roots around for my keys before opening my front door.
    Once we’re inside, he locks the door behind me and just looks down at me before he tosses my purse onto the little table in my entryway.
    “My dad always said men aren’t supposed to go through women’s purses, that he was scared of what was inside of them,” I mumble. I’m in shock of what’s just transpired, and the fact that I’ve just lost my friend.
    The relationship was toxic and should have been over a decade ago. Nevertheless, I wasn’t prepared for the way it happened, with Johnny at my back, taking my back and standing up for me that way. I shake my head, trying to understand it all, including his announcement of being my man .
    “Not much scares me, princess, least of all your purse. What could be in it? Tampons ?” he snorts.
    “Well, yeah, they could,” I say turning pink.
    “The fact that that makes you blush is one of the main reasons I’m here,” he murmurs, taking a step closer to me, wrapping his hands around my cheeks.
    “What do you mean?” I ask as I wrap my own hands around his wrists.
    I inhale his scent—cigarettes, motor oil, and leather—as I look into his eyes. He looks so serious, so hardened, and so gorgeous.
    “You’re embarrassed of tampons, you’re too fuckin’ nice to that bitch you should have scraped off years ago, and you’re right here lookin’ up at me like I’m something special and not some piece of shit like you should be. That’s why I’m here, princess. That’s why I ain’t been able to get your sweet, innocent face out of my head for days. That’s why I couldn’t wait another twenty-four hours to see you.”
    I open my mouth to say something, to reply to his gruff but sweet words, but I don’t get the chance. His mouth is on mine and his tongue invades me all at the same time.
    I moan when his hands leave my face and twist in my hair to tilt my head back even further, taking the kiss even deeper.