His confession is tearing me apart and making me so damn happy at the same time. “I’m sorry, Red.” I try to cup his cheek, but he slaps my hand away. “You’re sorry?” he mocks me. “Sorry isn’t fucking enough!” He tries to shove me back, but I’m bigger than him. “Sorry isn’t the damn truth.” He tries again. “Sorry isn’t I love you,” he growls in my face, grabbing the collar of my shirt. “I do fucking love you!” I snarl and grab his hair, tilting his head back to take in his beautiful red locks, darker stubble, bright eyes, and kiss-swollen lips. He’s so fucking mine. Mine. My feisty Ramiel. “I’m
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