“I’m sorry,” I said. “I’m sorry for ruining your beautiful moment. I’m so sorry.” “Shhh, baby,” Kylo whispered, stroking my hair. “My love is not contingent upon your behavior. You don’t have to perform for my love. You don’t have to beg for it. Or even ask very politely. I love you for existing. I love you for being you.” “Sounds fake,” I sobbed into his chest. Kylo laughed softly. “One day, it won’t feel that way. One day, being loved by me will feel as certain and effortless as breathing. And I am more than happy to show you how much I care for you, how much I would do anything to earn and
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