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They were fighting. Again.
It was an endless cycle of fighting and make-up sex.
He didn’t take off his coat, which was a damned shame because from what I could see of his body, he seemed like a snack.
Like a deer caught in headlights, I stood rooted in place, horror and fascination flowing through me in equal measure at the sight of this tall, gorgeous man making his way toward me.
