“I’m not ashamed of you,” he spoke into my skin. “And your work doesn’t bother me. You can post whatever you like, and I’ll never try to tell you otherwise. I don’t want to clip your wings, Lo. I want to see you fly.” Warmth bloomed in my belly that had nothing to do with lust. That was the most affirming, romantic thing anyone had ever said to me, and as his hands stroked up my back and he pulled me closer, I felt the last of my resistance to him melting away. Yes, he’d stalked me, and yes, he’d done other terrible things, but if he was being honest, and I believed he was, then none of it was
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