Chapter Sixty

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'Dear Max,

I need you to stop messaging me. I don't want to talk to you anymore. I hate you.

Never yours,

Dove.'

Johnny sent the email after taking a quick glance toward Dove to make sure she was still sleeping. She was curled up into a ball, with shorts and her bra on, while he was wearing his skinny jeans without a shirt. His hair was all tangled and messed up, and her's was a complete birds nest. To him, she still looked hot.

So maybe that was why he wanted Max out of her life.

She was his.

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