“I fucked up, Hunter, damn. I’m sorry for putting my hands on you, baby. Please,” he pleaded, beating on her door. “I said some fucked up shit, but I didn’t mean it. I love you, mama, and I need us to work. I need you like air. I can’t breathe, ma.” Nite hit the door, making Hunter jump. “Aye, the first time I got you high you said you loved me,” Nite chuckled. “You said you wanted to take away my bad dreams, that you wanted to be my dream catcher. Remember?” he asked, sliding down the door and resting his hands on his head. “I need to see you, mama. I need to smell your sweet skin and stare
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