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333 pages, Kindle Edition
First published April 19, 2022
“Hope was nothing but a tiny flicker, but it was better than nothing. I prayed it would grow as we tackled our problems one by one. We were supposed to burn.”
“I’ll show you, Franklin,” he murmured, “that you can belong to Tate and me, that you can belong in our community, on your own terms. You can belong to whoever you want—and however many you want.”
“For the record,” I said. “If you apologize for needing care again, I’ll make sure your thighs look like your back. Am I making myself clear?” “Yes, Sir,” he replied quickly. “Good.”
It’d started like a cold war about five or six months ago, things that went unsaid, biting remarks, then full-on fighting. The cheating came as the icing on the shit cake that was my life.
“It’s ironic,” he said. “Just looking at you these days makes me so goddamn angry, but I hate thinking that you really believe I’d go behind your back. I hate that you believe I would hurt you like that—and despite my anger, I don’t want you to be in pain.”
I chuckled darkly. It was either that or I broke down like a child.
Jesus Christ, why did he even bother?