You love me?” My brain was mush and I wasn’t sure if it was from his words or the pain pill.

Yes, I love you.” His eyes bored into mine.

“

I love you.” I traced his cheek with my fingers. “Can you tell me again when I’m not on pain medicine?”

“I’ll tell you every day.”

“Maybe twice a day?” I felt my eyelids growing heavy.

“A hundred times a day.

Autor: Nichole Chase

You love me?” My brain was mush and I wasn’t sure if it was from his words or the pain pill.<br /><br /> Yes, I love you.” His eyes bored into mine.<br /><br />“<br /><br />I love you.” I traced his cheek with my fingers. “Can you tell me again when I’m not on pain medicine?” <br /><br />“I’ll tell you every day.” <br /><br />“Maybe twice a day?” I felt my eyelids growing heavy.<br /><br />“A hundred times a day. - Nichole Chase

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