He paused, as if waiting for Connor to admit something that Connor never would.
“I don’t care,” Blake continued, shrugging. “It doesn’t bother me. I know I’m nothing but f*****g dirt and I’m okay with that. But at least be f*****g honest with me.”
Connor got up so fast, his chair fell back. He took the four strides toward Blake so quickly that Blake didn’t get the chance to brace. He grabbed Blake by both shoulders and shook him. “Don’t you dare!”
“Let go,” Blake hissed. He grabbed Connor’s arms and gripped Connor as hard as Connor was holding him.
“No!” Connor shook him again. “You do not repulse me, you do not disgust me, and you don’t make me sick. You’re not dirt, damn it! And if you ever say that again, you’re going to find more rattling around than just your skull. Do you underst
