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so.”
“Do you want him?”
“I do,” I admitted for the first time. “So much it hurts.”
“Then maybe the real problem is you’re afraid to admit what you want.”
That night, I could not sleep.
Then I heard noise downstairs.
Violent.
Urgent.
I ran down in shorts and a T-shirt and stopped halfway down the stairs.
Dominic was in the entrance hall, blood on his white shirt,continue reading …
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