His head drops to his chest and a huge sigh, full of so much turmoil, billows through him. “You’re right, I don’t mean that.” I begin to shake. Not because I’m cold but because, now, I am afraid. Was I right? Is he done with me? “Because what I want is for you to be in my arms every hour of every fucking day. By my side for every moment. In my bed every goddamned night.” The harsh emotion in his words freezes every cell in my body. “What I want is to control every fucking aspect of your life so you’re never hurt again. What I really fucking want is for you to want me as much as I fucking want
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