Tiffany High

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I dropped my voice to a whisper. “She saw me the worst I’d ever behaved, and she still talked to me. Still listened. Still wrapped her arms around me and fuck it . . .” I choked out, tears welling. “We just, the three of us, needed that moment. Each for different reasons, but she made me feel like I wasn’t alone anymore. She made me feel wanted and strong. And it brought me a little peace for the first time in a long time.” I could feel her body shaking in my arms, and her breathing quivered. She cried softly. “But you . . .” I buried my nose in her neck, smelling something heady and fragrant. ...more
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