I press my face against his chest, inhale his scent, take comfort from it. "I'm so sorry, Victor. I'm not sure I realized how truly awful this is for you."
"It could be worse. I might not have you."
I sink against him.
"Trust me," he whispers.

Author: J.A. London

I press my face against his chest, inhale his scent, take comfort from it. "I'm so sorry, Victor. I'm not sure I realized how truly awful this is for you."<br />"It could be worse. I might not have you."<br />I sink against him.<br />"Trust me," he whispers. - J.A. London

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