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his voice is like dark malt liquor. Rich, seductive, dangerous.
new money can’t become old money without getting dirty first.
The cocky grin I get in return is something poets could write sonnets about. It’s stunning and terrible and hot and heartbreaking.
He kisses me like I’m a drug he’s desperate for and I kiss him back like he’s the only air I’ll ever need to breathe.
“Knowing something in your head is very different to letting… letting yourself really believe it.
At peace with the family we’ve fought, bled, and killed for.
We’re damaged, we’re broken, we’re desperate, but we’re together and we’re a family.
