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You are a rose with thorns, she said. A pretty thing capable of protecting itself.
Never again would she be powerless against them.
He felt her everything.
The diamond was beautiful, but she didn’t want a gem—she wanted him, pressed against her. Immediately.
“Late at night, I ache for you. I ache for you all the time,” he said, face truly looking tortured. As if he had waited a long while to say those words. As if she had been a curse worse than all others.
Love was a strange thing.
