“You remember that day you asked me if I had any weaknesses?” His voice is low and relaxed, and I hitch in a breath as he stares down at me. “The truth is, I’ve climbed onto the back of thousand-pound bulls. I’ve faced down being stomped and crushed. I never once felt like I had a fear or a soft spot in all those seconds spent in the arena. Right now? I can stand here with my boots in this dirt and tell you I’m terrified of how life might look if you never came back to me, Sage.” I swallow hastily, still without the ability to form words. “Baby, you are my weakness, my trouble, and this aching
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