“I’ll sleep in the other room,” she says, immediately catching his hurt gaze.
“What?” He asks, looking at her, “Did I do something-“ His voice is breaking Ginny’s heart. “Every time I wake up, I’m either laying on you, or I’m hugging you, and I don’t want to hurt you even more,” she says, her eyes falling on the bruises over his chest.
“I don’t care,” he says, “Hurt me. Try me.”
— Feb 23, 2024 05:54AM
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