“When you get over your ‘I’m not worthy of love’ bullshit, give me a call” Mickey allowed himself to snarl, taking a few steps back into the apartment building. “Maybe if Byron hasn’t made an honest woman of me, I’ll still be around.”

Fucking promise ring. Bullshit. Sure, he cared, but right now he couldn’t give a shit about your self worth issues. He wanted fucking commitment.

He walked inside, letting the door close behind him. Honestly, he didn’t want to spend another second around fucking Byron, but he was petty. So what? Your fault.