I’m a fucking mess. I told you I was. I don’t deserve you. Kick me out, please. I’m worthless. I belong on the streets.” Cain growls, wrapping his hands around my hips and tugging me closer. “You belong in my arms. You belong with me. Hell, I think some part of me knew it the moment I laid eyes on you.” He strokes hands over my hair and presses kisses to my forehead. Then he tips my chin up so I’m looking directly into his eyes. “Listen to me. You are worthy of every ounce of love others want to give you. Do you understand? You deserve love. So let me give it to you until you’re healed enough
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