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Hotshots: an intensively trained team of wildland firefighters primarily tasked with directly engaging a fire and digging hand lines.
I’m sucker punched by my future wife getting fucked by another man. Looks like Dave showed up.
Scruffy beard, chiseled jaw, bright-brown eyes, and an irresistible smile that made me blush. He looks like lumberjack porn.
It’s bizarre to go from having people constantly around to… no one.
Her stormy eyes flicker with mischief. She’s got a wicked streak. "Boldness with fear is courage. Boldness without fear is confidence."
“Can I call you a good girl when you’re being my good girl?” I suck in a breath, and nod. Mercy. Directing me lower, he notches his crown inside me. The arm around my middle tethers me to his chest. He spits into his free hand, then slaps it against my clit, sending a burst of need through me. “Ah!” “Good girl,” he praises. “Now take it all.” I’m slammed down on top of him, and my eyes roll back.
“Now why don’t you show me what a good girl you are and make that pretty cunt of yours milk my cock.”
I’ll never be who I once was, and I don’t want to. So it’s time for me to rebuild a version of me I can love. So that someday, someone else can love me too.
want us to be more than fun, Prescott,” I state. “I wanna make you mine.”
“Listen to me, you can't save everyone. Sometimes, you can only save one person, and it’s okay if that person is yourself.”
“True love isn’t the same as love at first sight. It’s not your first love. It’s the one you can stand with in a storm. It’s having them see everything you lack and hearing you’re worthy. It’s fighting for them when they don’t know how. It’s the one who lights the darkest parts of your soul on fire so life can bloom again. It’s hearing those three words and truly understanding their meaning.”
