Taylor I loved that boy so damn much, "that was pretty intense," I mutter, and let my head fall back against the couch so I'm staring at the ceiling. "God, woman, what are you doing to me?" He has so much control and I was proud of him, "I have to take my hands off her. My anger is so strong I'm afraid I might hurt her. "So it's okay he hit you because he was drunk?" The boy just can't catch a break at times, "yeah, tell that to my junk," he mutters as he walks to the bathroom. I laugh and gather up my jeans and bra." I loved reading this book and I hope to see other characters get a story of their own.
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