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Don’t go… Please don’t go… “Feels normal to me,” Sutton said softly. He set his bottle on the counter, went to the door, grabbed his bag, and walked out. The second I heard his truck start up, heard his wheels on the gravel and felt him driving away, the first tear slipped free. I stumbled toward the wall, back hitting it, and slid down to the floor. My shirt was wet. Jesus, how was my shirt that fucking wet? But the tears were flowing freely now, like the dam had broken and a whole lifetime of denial and want was released in the flood that fell from my eyes. I miss you… Don’t go… Christ, I ...more
A Million Little Moments (Inevitable #2)
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