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"I'm just trying to protect you! What's wrong with that?!" He pushed Carter against the wall, "don't push me away, you got it?"
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"fine, I'm leaving." He grabbed his keys, leaving his phone and wallet behind, "do whatever the fuck you want,"
Justin glared, "sorry for what," he scoffed
Justin let go of the door handle and turned around, " fine then, what do you want to talk about then, I already get it that somebody is trying to kill you and you don't want me to help," he crossed his arms
"why don't you want me helping, hm? I'm a walking blood bath for you that's rich, I don't see what the problem is."
"If I'm not helping you, then what are you getting out of this relationship?" Justin walked over to Carter, "if you're in danger, then why shouldn't I try to help?!"
"relationships go both ways.." he towered over Carter, "so tell me, why don't you want me helping'
"look, I let you drink from me, even though I was in pain and felt like shit, I still wanted you, you're just gonna have to trust me." Justin sighed and gently took Carter's hand, "I can help you,"
Justin grabbed Carter's chin, "I was literally inside of you a few hours ago, don't talk to me about being to close,"
"I don't get what you're so embarrassed about," he whispered, kissing his hands
"hush," Justin picked Carter and embraced him lovingly, "no need to get flustered,"
Justin looked into Carter's eyes, "I'm gonna lay off, but anything happens to you because you told me not to help, I'll never forgive you."
"they can still hurt you dummy," he squeezed Carter's thighs he brushed his lips on his neck
"if you come home and there is even a hair missing from your head, then I'm getting involved, got it?" He said sternly, lightly biting his neck
"distracting you from what?" He asked, gripping his cheeks