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In case it’s not blatantly obvious by now, I fucking love you. NASH/BEN/YOURS
Ceiling: He didn’t break your heart. He cracked it open. Remember?
Falling in love with you is like diving blindly into a book, not knowing it’s destined to be my favorite. Whatever’s more than love, I feel it for you. I am only ever going to be in love with you.”
There never is a victor with Emery. Only a battle. Constant. Fervent. Beautiful.
She’s right. I lasted an hour before I dipped into the yurt to, well, dip my dick inside her yurt.
“What do you want to do, Mrs. Prescott?” I ask. Low, just for her to hear. “Balter,” she whispers against my lips and presses another quick kiss to them.
Ya’aburnee is Arabic for you bury me. It is the hope that you will die before your one true love because you cannot bear to live without them. There’s magic when we say it, but it doesn’t come from the word. It comes from us.
