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He collapsed, gasping, fingers and toes splayed and aching. He was pretty sure there was no more skin on his middle knuckle, and he might have lost a toenail.
He ground his chin against the dusty rock and tipped his head back, gasping as the wind at the top of the peak filled his lungs for him. He saw the whole world spread out beneath him.
He was sunk. Absolutely fucked over in the worst way. And the ridiculous thing was, he did it to himself.
She'd never forgive him. He was sure of it. Everything else had been forgiven - forgotten anniversaries, late dates, social faux pas.... But this?
He blinked through his eyelashes at the naked girl in his bed and felt sick.