“I didn’t say that, but I do wonder what your end game is with me.”
Leaning forward with his eyes glued to mine, he said, “Possession.”
“Of me? I’m not a piece of property, Nathan,” I balked.
“Of your heart, your mind, and you soul. I want to watch you unfold and bloom into who you’re supposed to be.”
“And who is that? Nineteen-year-old me?”
“No, my woman.”
WHEWWWW!!!
— Sep 04, 2025 03:20PM
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