When I stepped through that gate two weeks ago, I had no idea what would become of me. I never knew who he would become to me. I might have avoided falling, drowning in him, tumbling helplessly in love with the most unattainable man in the world. What right does a girl like me have to be anywhere near a man like Clay Butcher, anyway? I know what it was... a sense of responsibility and pity on his part that tethered us together. That and my pretty body. And since love can’t be found in pretty things alone but in lasting connections—ours washed out in the shower—it is only a matter of time
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