When we’re together, I can’t breathe. I ran.From my family, my career, from every dream I ever had.I stopped when I met her.But what I realized was that she was running, too.I tried to protect her—from the crash, from the injuries. From HIM.All she ever felt was fists. All she ever heard was abuse.Somewhere along the way, she’d started to believe she deserved it.I was going to change that.I was … started to believe she deserved it.I was going to change that.I was going to treasure her.Because whether she wanted me or not, I needed her.Her sweetness.Her body.Her lust.Just when…
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