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I clear my throat and move from on top of her, my feet hitting the floor, causing the back of the trailer to move. She’s shifting but I don’t turn back to look at her, and just walk through the bedroom to the kitchen. “Draven! I said don’t do anything. It’s fine!” Opening the cabinet, I pull out a glass, followed by the fridge, where I grab the filtered water. I catch the sound of her feet hitting the floor. “Sit your ass right back down on that bed, Max, your legs aren’t ready for you to be walking.” I hear her gasp, and soon, the sound of the mattress weighing as she does as commanded. After ...more
Desperate Run
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