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The man looks and fucks like a Greek god. He’s fiercely protective and also surprisingly kind. Soak my panties and sign me the fuck up.
She’s not choosing him. She’s not choosing me. She’s choosing us. We could both fight it, tear each other apart in the process, but in the end, it will only hurt her. She wants us, and whatever she wants, she gets.
Do they always finish each other’s sentences, and I’m just now realizing it?









































