Shane's POV“Don't insult me,” Dwayne said, becoming defensive. His body stance immediately changed.“I wasn't,” I replied, spreading my arm on the sofa's head. “If I wanted to, you would be lunging at me, ready to kill.”He looked away, still avoiding me. “You've changed.”His gaze raised up, moving to my side. “You haven't tried to kill me in a week and I haven't had pressure at work.”“I take it you don't like peace,” Dwayne replied.“Oh, I do, brother. It's just weird that you would give up,” I continued. It was a way to provoke him to see if he still had other plans.“Who says I did?” he asked, with a raised eyebrow, and somehow I was teleported back to when we were thirteen, playing together as neighbors at his place.“Stop looking at me like that. Do you have a crush on me?” he asked.“You wish,” I spat and shook my head.“How long is he going to be asleep?” Dwayne asked.“I have no idea. The doctor said it was critical and I'm here.”“What a loyal son. Sometimes I think you're
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