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Andi Jaxon
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November 21, 2024 - February 18, 2025
“I can do that.” I tell him, nodding to the paper towel. “I’m aware.”
You don’t deserve him. You’re going to ruin his life. You aren’t worthy of a man like Jeremy Albrooke.
Off the ice, you don’t put your hands on anyone.
“Arewetogether?”
“Together?”
“You’re mine and I don’t share.”
“I don’t care what you call it or label it. You’re mine. Only mine.”
It’s not to be rushed or hurried or angry, but explored, experienced, enjoyed.
I’m owned by this guy.
I love him.
“Put some fucking pants on.”
“I’m not going to fuck him right here in the hallway, relax.”
It’s good to be home.
I’m fucking lost without him. He’s the light in the dark maze of my life. I want to beg him not to let me go,
You’re the only one without a life. Get a grip. Paul and Brendon are only hanging out with you because Jeremy asked them to. They don’t actually care about you. Who would?
“You know I’m not turned off by the scars, right?”
“I am.”
“I don’t think about anyone in the shower. I hate being in them but I hate being dirty, so I shower with the lights off.”
Why the fuck did you say that? Way to ruin the mood, you fucking idiot.
“I hate it. Don’t pity me.”
“I’m allowed to empathize. Sometimes the shit you say is really fucking sad, dude,”
“I care about you, so sometimes when you say shit like you shower in the dark, it hurts me too. I don’...
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“You don’t get to decide h...
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“The way I’ve coped has been working for years, I’m fine. I don’t need ...
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“I lo-”
“Don’t!”
The fear coursing through my veins like ice at the idea of him saying that word is more than I can handle.
“Jeremy…”
This is why Father cuts you. You’re useless.
“Touch means pain. I’m tired of the pain.”
don’t want to be alone anymore.
“This has to stop. Either go to Michigan or get your shit together,”
“Jeremy is worried sick about you. So, either fucking talk to him or put him out of his misery. He’s trying to find a way to tell his mom he’s leaving early or he’s going to end up with an ulcer from the stress.”
“He loves you, dude. He told us that and he’s really worried about you,”
“Why are you avoiding him?”
“I broke my ...
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“No more taking off without letting one of us know. Pretty sure Jeremy almost came through the phone to choke us out,”
my last thought being I love you.
Preston. My boyfriend. The man I love. I run as fast as I can toward him, colliding in the middle of the driveway and wrapping my arms around him.
“For everything. Please don’t leave me. I need you.”
“I love you,” his voice cracks and the trembling increases. “I need you. Please.”
“I’m no one’s favorite anything.” “That’s bullshit. You’re my favorite.” “Dumbass! He doesn’t have a fucking jacket! Get inside the car!”
Jeremy’s hand is in mine. He’s mine.
All I need is to sleep but I can’t when he’s not with me. Why can’t he understand that?
“And you’re definitely not an embarrassment. I would never be embarrassed to tell anyone you’re mine.”
My father is a surgeon, likes to use me as a guinea pig. I play hockey because he tells me to, and to keep my sister safe.
Every inch of my body craves to be against his. Not even sexually, just together.
“Shower with me?”
I’m gonna fucking cry 😭😭😭😭😭
“You don’t have to prove anything to me.”
“I want to.”
