anyone, understand that. I understand you and what it is you want.” “You don’t, because if you did, you wouldn’t be asking me to stop.” “You are wrong.” He shakes his head, the flare of his nostrils and flex of his jaw show his anger. Yet, that isn’t what snatches my breath right in my chest. It’s his eyes, the silver glossed over as if he may actually cry. “You are so fucking wrong, Max.” There are no words right now. I’ve seen him kill. I’ve seen his anger when anyone has laid a finger on me. I’ve even seen him what you could call... happy. But this, this is fear, something I wish I hadn’t
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