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“You were my tempest, my thunder cloud, my tree in the downpour. I loved all of those things, and I loved you. But now? You’re a fucking drought. I thought that all the assholes drove German cars, but it turns out that pricks in Mustangs can still leave scars.”
“I want to touch you.” His words were against my lips now. “I want to feel what’s mine. What’s always been mine.”
Yesterday lasts forever. Tomorrow comes never. Until you. Breathless, I looked over to Jared’s house, but it was pitch black. Where was he?
