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"No, you don’t. You don’t want to try again," Loretta snapped and tried to get free from his grip, but he wouldn’t let her.

"I do. I’ve been looking for you ever since."

"No, you weren’t. Stop this, Roy, move on. You’re not in your right senses."

"That’s the problem, I’m not in my senses because all I think about is you. I’m not on alcohol, so you won’t say I’m dissociating. Please hear me out."

"I don’t. I don’t want to listen to you. Do you know what Fabian would do to you if he finds out that—?"

"But you’re not happy here, are you? He treats you like a rag, he does nothing but hurt you. You’re just his pet."

"That’s better than being with you, Roy. I hate you." Loretta made an effort to leave again, but Roy was persistent.

"I’m sorry, okay? I really am."

"Sorry for what? Tell me."

Roy took deep breaths, and when he noticed Loretta was no longer struggling to be free from his grip, he started, "I’m sorry for sleeping with Maddie on our first date. I was drunk and I dissociated, but