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“But you know what?” Smee says. “Caring for so little means that when you actually do care, losing it has a much higher cost.”
“Your love,” he says. “In my chest.” He kisses my cheek, lingering close. “I can feel your love like a million golden stars in the endless abyss that is me.”
“Promise me you will always be there.” He tilts me up to him and kisses me gently. “I promise, Win.”
look around the room at the four men before me, on their knees. I love them, each of them, in my own way and they love me in turn. My vicious men. All of them, mine.
