“And what am I supposed to do about that?”
“You piece of shit! Beeg It could be dangerous.” He gave me a final chuckle before walking back to his car, stopping once with a glance over his shoulder. Isn’t he exactly who I’d said you’d call?”
“I told you to leave.” I repeated. He wasn’t able to…”
He cut me off. “Why? “How’re you feeling?” Once again, Matt ran his fingers across my face, this time brushing stray hairs out of the way. However, when he slid his finger over the burn, I squeezed Matt’s hand as if my life depended on it.
