“I want you,” she says. “Both of you. Distract me.” Then, softer, she adds, “I want to forget. I want to not think about what happened tonight. Or what happened back then.”
Three years, four months, and eight days, to be precise. I keep the exact count to myself, unwilling to distract her and concerned that admitting how deep my devotion runs will scare her off.
This man is OBSESSED W/ HER!!!!
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