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I wished I would’ve met you back in college when everything was carefree, and I could give you me. Not this fucked-up version of myself.” The last word rolled off my tongue and Sawyer rolled on top of me. Her hands went to my face and she shocked the fuck out of me. “There’s not one thing fucked-up about you. Stop saying that. What comes out of your mouth your ears hear and the more you repeat something the more likely you are to believe it. So, stop. Right now, Dylan, don’t ever say that again.”
“Will you tell me about the accident?” “Yeah, baby, but not now,” I croaked. Sawyer ignored the crack in my voice and nodded. “Do you want to stay the night?” I blinked back the wetness I felt stinging my eyes while telling myself it had to be allergies because there was no way I was crying. Yet, there I was with tears burning my eyes. “Yeah, Sawyer, I want to spend the night.” She ignored that crack, too. I had a feeling that if I could get us to a good place, Sawyer would ignore all my cracks and she’d glue me back together.
It is arguable which group is more protective, the men or the women. It’s easy to see how the men as husbands and fathers protect their families. The manner in which they provide it is aggressive and in your face. The women do it quieter, but it is fierce and unyielding. I’ve learned over the years when they pull you into the fold you are family and all of them protect family.
