Still, none of that was as bad as when I told Liam I was done. The look in his eyes still gives me chills, the eerie calmness to his expression seemed like an attack more than anything. I was…insulted. I thought he would fight me. Fight for me. Even just a little. He didn’t apologize or promise to do better. He didn’t do anything. He just stared at me…those intense eyes boring into my soul the way he does. So much time passed under his gaze I thought he’d fucking lost it for a second. He didn’t say a word. Not fucking one. Six months of his undivided attention, of his world shattering love and
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