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It’s over. It’s been over for two years.
He’s wrong. If it was over, then what the hell has this entire trip been? The sex. The kiss. The need to hold me. We aren’t done.
“What are you going to do when I go to Hawaii with my family in January?” “Burn your passport before you can leave.”
“You’re doing so good, Freckles,” I say, kissing below her ear as I thrust harder. My voice is shaky, but I keep praising her. “Taking it so fucking well.”
She’s like my own sunrise. Beautiful. Perfect. She fills a part of me that’s been empty and dark for as long as I can remember.
It’s like a mixture of love and not being able to breathe unless she’s around – thoughts that run wild wondering what she’s doing, where she is, if she’s thinking of me.
It’s the butterflies that flutter like maniacs when I know I’m going to see her soon. The Stacey Rhodes Effect.
“Because I love you. I’ve been in love with you for ages – it’s been all I’ve thought about. And I keep falling more in love with you every single fucking day.”
“Make them go away, Freckles.” “Make what go away?” I manage to ask. “The voices.”
Run and hide. Unless you want everyone to witness me fucking you? Having an audience won’t stop me – I’ll take you in front of the entire party.
Look at me now, my little princess. Daddy’s gone, and he’s never coming back.
“We have an emergency announcement. Reports say that Tobias Mitchell has escaped his institution this afternoon and
is currently at large. The murderer and psychopath was given a life sentence over twenty years ago.”
