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It took years of feeling like a pretty bird in a cage until it all became too much . . . and I escaped.
It was about words unsaid and a future uncertain.
The awful truth was, I didn’t even know his name. I wouldn’t tell him mine, so with a smile he’d told me he wouldn’t share his until I shared mine. Now, he’d never get to tell another anything.
a man had to taste the bitter before he could taste the sweet.
“I swear to God, Elena, if I find out you’ve let some man touch you, I will deliver his hands to you in a box.” I swallowed. “And I do not. Fucking. Bluff.” He slammed the door behind him.
I’ll never hurt you, Elena, but if I find out you’ve touched another man, there is nothing in this world that could save him.”
“There’s nowhere you could go that I couldn’t find you.”
“Tell me,” Sebastian said, “why did you do it?” A heavy silence took over, and my chest tightened at Nico’s cavalier tone. “He had something I wanted.”
He was comfort, security, and need, all in one. It had a name. Home.
“We do not remember days, we remember moments.” —Cesare Pavese
I would make this girl want me, need me, love me, because fuck if I was going it alone.
“You poor thing, you. Looks like you’re stuck with him for good. Ace might be a cheat at heart, but he always does exactly what he says he’s going to do.”
Whiskey and flame. Sleepless nights. Tattooed skin, white t-shirts, and rough hands. Love and lust and happiness. He was everything.
Nico might have been a bad man, but where he lacked in morals, he more than made up for as a husband. He loved me forever.
