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I am one month pregnant for Matthew Bryant.&quot; I whip head towards her direction and my mouth hangs open.<br /> Wendy?<br /> Matt got his brother&#039;s girl pregnant?<br /> &quot;Come on, Jack.&quot; She smirks at him. &quot;Your brother should be given a chance to choose between marrying his fiancé or being my baby daddy because something tells me that he can&#039;t have both.&quot; She smirks at me. <br /> &quot;What?&quot; Some people ask in utter shock while others just gasp in disbelief.<br /> But I just stand there...numb.<br /> This is a joke!<br /> ————————<br /> A mega smile pulls on my lips when I picture dad and mom walking me down the aisle in my splashy gown, Matt impatiently waiting for me at the altar and the guests whipping their heads towards me, wowed by the bride&#039;s beauty and the classic expensive gown.<br /> A grand entrance.<br /> It&#039;s what I have always wanted on my wedding day and I always wanted a super grand wedding.<br /> I am not from a very well off family, but I am marrying a Bryant.<br /> The oldest son to be specific, Matthew Bryant, one of the youngest and hottest C.E.Os in the country, and marrying him comes with extra perks.<br /> Don&#039;t get me wrong, I am not in this for the money and definitely not for fame. I love Matt with everything in me.<br /> He is my better half.<br /> He is my soul mate.<br /> I met him six months ago at a business conference, he was the guest speaker and I happened to be the host/presenter.<br /> &quot;Ladies and gentlemen, please help me welcome on stage our guest speaker tonight.&quot; I checked on my list just to be sure, and to avoid mispronunciation. &quot;Mr. Matthew Bryant, the founder and the CEO of the leading holding company in the country. BM holdings.&quot; And I stood there waiting, as the audience applauded.<br /> I had no clue who Matthew Bryant was or what he looked like but I knew he was one of the youngest and richest CEOs in the country and the founder of BM holdings.<br /> Just like everyone else, I was eager to see him.<br /> I don&#039;t know what I was expecting, but when a fine-looking gentleman stood up, I swoon.<br /> Every woman in the hall did.<br /> He was in a pair of black slim-fit pants and a white button-up shirt. The top two buttons of his shirt were undone and he had his sleeves rolled up to the elbow. A rugged quiff that made him appear extra hot and a grin to wrap it up.<br /> The kind of a grin that a man pulls when he knows that every woman in the room can&#039;t stop swooning over his masculine beauty.<br /> He is cocky that way.<br /> In all his glory he walked to the stage relishing in the attention he got. I casually extended my hand to shake his and the moment our skin touched, fireworks exploded.<br /> It felt like some electric current. He felt it too, the connection.<br /> I made a mistake and looked up at him, and a very awkward silence followed.<br /> We stood there stupefied, staring at each other like two teenagers who had been crushing on each other for a long hip time and finally had the balls to confess their feelings.<br /> It was love at first sight.<br /> We exchanged contacts after the conference and he asked me out a few weeks later, and after going out with him for a few more dates we became official.<br /> We&#039;ve dated for eight months and he proposed to me a few weeks ago, four weeks to be specific and the wedding is scheduled for today.<br /> Yeah, it&#039;s my wedding day and I can&#039;t keep calm.<br /> It&#039;s not every day a girl gets to marry the love of their lives in a classic wedding ceremony.<br /> I am just so lucky.<br /> I can&#039;t believe that this is actually happening. That I am getting married to Matt today.<br /> It&#039;s a dream come true and I am so overwhelmed and overly excited.<br /> I didn&#039;t sleep at all last night, I kept tossing on the bed thinking about today.<br /> Talk about excitement.<br /> &quot;Ooh my God, Jo!&quot; Both my sister and my best friend scream in excitement when I step out of the makeup room.<br /> &quot;You look gorgeous, babe.&quot; Sky squeals while my sister shrieks, &quot;You look beautiful.&quot; They both rush towards me and they practically drag me in front of the mirror.<br /> &quot;I feel like a billion bucks,&quot; I say, smiling at my own reflection.<br /> That&#039;s a lot of money but it still doesn&#039;t match my happiness at the moment.<br /> My make up is on fleek. I bless Celine, Matt&#039;s mom, for recommending William&#039;s makeover. That William guy can work magic, I love how everything he suggested blended in.<br /> My blond tresses are swirled into a chignon and I have never looked so beautiful.<br /> And I have never been so happy.<br /> &quot;Can we get you into your wedding dress now?&quot; Kelly asks me.<br /> She has been waiting impatiently for this day, you would have thought she is the one getting married.<br /> &quot;Yes please,&quot; I say twirling around, trying very hard not to jump up and down like a kid on a sugar rush.<br /> God knows I have been waiting for this day since forever.<br /> I take a deep breath when I step out of the car and I patiently wait for mom and dad to walk me down the aisle.<br /> &quot;You are so tensed,&quot; Mom observes and I smile at her.<br /> &quot;I can&#039;t help it,&quot; I say hooking my arm around hers.<br /> &quot;Take a deep breath,&quot; Dad instructs, taking my other arm and I take a deep calming breath.<br /> &quot;Ready?&quot; Dad asks me.<br /> I nod and we start taking slow steps on the red carpet.<br /> I can practically feel all the eyes on me, as we take slow steps inside the hall. I am so nervous by the way.<br /> I inhale deeply when they hand me over to Matt who spares me a grin and then he leads me to the officiant.<br /> &quot;If any of you has a reason why these two should not be married, speak now, or forever hold your peace.&quot; The officiant announces after the preceedings and I instinctively look around. I sigh in relief when no one says anything and Matt smirks at me. &quot;Let&#039;s proceed with the vows.&quot; He motions Matt to start and I smile when he turns fully to face me.<br /> &quot;You are everything I ever wanted, Joanna Williams. When I saw you that day, I fell in love with you. Mine was love at first sight and I will always thank God for bringing you my way. I believe in us and promise to never take you for granted. I want to grow old with you by my side and to love you. Always.&quot; Wow, it&#039;s too sweet.<br /> He always has his way with words.<br /> &quot;I am not that girl who swoons over cute men but the very first time I saw you, I swooned.&quot; I chuckle nervously, I don&#039;t know what else to say. I should have recited my vows. &quot;I love you and I promise to always love you even in the afterlife. You complete me, Matthew Bryant.&quot; We exchange the rings as our friends and family cheers us on.<br /> The officiant directs us as we sign our wedding certificates a few minutes later before the pronouncement.<br /> &quot;I now pronounce you husband and wife.&quot; He turns to Matt. &quot;You may now hip your wife.&quot;<br /> YOUR WIFE.<br /> I am officially married to Matthew, I am officially Mrs. Byrant.<br /> &quot;I am about to ruin someone&#039;s lipstick.&quot; He whispers to me as he takes my lips in his for a hip that doesn&#039;t last too long because out of nowhere, a guy decides to object the wedding.<br /> &quot;... I am one month pregnant for Matthew Bryant.&quot; I whip head towards her direction and my mouth hangs open.<br /> Wendy?<br /> Matt got his brother&#039;s girl pregnant?<br /> &quot;What?&quot; Some people ask in utter shock while others just gasp in disbelief.<br /> But I just stand there...numb.<br /> This is a joke!<br /> Wendy is his brother&#039;s girlfriend and there&#039;s no way Matt had sleep with her, she can&#039;t be pregnant with his child.<br /> No way.<br /> I mean, Matt is the most faithful guy I know and this can&#039;t be true. He couldn&#039;t have slept with his brother&#039;s girlfriend.<br /> He is decent than that, not his type.<br /> I know Matt&#039;s type.<br /> The collected, responsible, sensible type and Wendy is the complete opposite of that. She is your typical impulsive guy.<br /> So this is nothing but a very ugly prank and she sucks at it.<br /> I look at her and I almost gag. I knew there was a reason I didn&#039;t like her from the very first time I set my eyes on her.<br /> Her smile was so plastic.<br /> She&#039;s in a short dress that ends right where her thighs begin. It&#039;s black, and it clings to her artificial hips like a second skin. She&#039;s wearing a matching pair of strappy heels that should be too high for comfort, but surprisingly, she is strutting in them without a struggle.<br /> She has her hands crossed on her chest and she is giving me the &#039;did you hear what I just said? I am =pregnant for Matt&#039;s look.<br /> And then I train my eyes towards Matt.<br /> He looks calm in a intimidating way.<br /> His jaw is set, his face void of emotions but I catch a glimpse of emotion in his hazel green eyes, something between anger and shock.<br /> His eyebrows are shot up. Not in the &#039;Did she just say that?&#039; manner, it&#039;s more of &#039;What the have you just done? You know you just said will cost you your life, right?&#039; calm look.<br /> I would be scared in Wendy&#039;s shoes.<br /> &quot;What Wendy?&quot; Jack asks her pulling her by the wrist. He is so pissed. &quot;Let&#039;s get the out of here!&quot; He attempts to pull her outside but she yanks her hand from his grip.<br /> &quot;Come on, Jack.&quot; She smirks at him. &quot;Your brother should be given a chance to choose between marrying his fiancé or being my baby daddy because something tells me that he can&#039;t have both.&quot; She smirks at me. &quot;I don&#039;t think I would have a problem with that, but I can&#039;t say the same about her.&quot;<br /> I am oblivious of the whispers and the few people that have gathered around us ordering Jack to take Wendy away. And some are scolding Matt to say the truth.<br /> &quot;Come on, Matty?&quot; First, the way she just called him? &quot;Tell your precious fiancé that we a week before you went on one knee to propose to her?&quot; Second, her tone.<br /> Third, she just called me his precious fiancé.<br /> It didn&#039;t even cross my mind. If Wendy is one month pregnant then they had sleep a few days before Matt proposed to me.<br /> That&#039;s all it takes for me to snap out of my denial to a hopeful bride.<br /> I hope Wendy is lying, I want Matt to tell me that she is lying. I desperately want him to say that he didn&#039;t sleep with her.<br /> &quot;Babe, Jo...&quot; He starts but I guess he suddenly can&#039;t find the words.<br /> &quot;Tell me that she is lying, Matt!&quot; I demand, looking him in the eye but the next thing he does crashes my soul.。<br /> He swallows dryly and he blinks twice, something that he does only when he is about to lie. Yeah, six months is a long time and I notice those small reactions.<br /> I blink rapidly when tears starts to well up.<br /> &quot;Please let me...&quot; He starts to say but I cut him in.<br /> &quot;Ooh my God, she is not, is she?&quot; I ask rhetorically, taking two involuntary steps back when he tries to grab my hand. &quot;You slept with her and still went ahead to propose to me?&quot; I feel so stupid as everything starts to make perfect sense in my head.<br /> A few days before he proposed I was in the office, I called him and guess who answered?<br /> Wendy.<br /> She had the guts to answer Matt&#039;s phone. But I didn&#039;t suspect anything because I heard Jack talking from the other end.<br /> &quot;It&#039;s nice to finally meet you, Jo. Something tells me that you and I will be good friends.&quot; She told me this when Matt introduced me to her at our engagement party. I didn&#039;t get the hint yet she was so sarcastic.<br /> I excused myself to go to the washroom a few minutes later and she followed me, that&#039;s not the weird part. It got weird when Matt came to check on me a few minutes later saying that I had taken too long.<br /> That was so unlike him. He is not the clingy type so coming to check on me in the washroom was suspicious it&#039;s like he didn&#039;t want me to be alone with Wendy.<br /> &quot;I can explain...&quot;<br /> I don&#039;t let him finish the sentence. I pull the wedding band from my finger, and I hit him with it.<br /> Then I lift the train of my wedding gown into my hands and I run out of the hall, pushing Wendy to the floor on my way out and I cringe when the stench of spirits hits my nostrils.<br /> I am one month pregnant for Matthew Bryant.<br /> Those eight words keep echoing in my head as I exit the building. It&#039;s like Wendy&#039;s voice is amplified a thousand times in my dazed mind.<br /> My nostrils are flaring. Both of my hands are clutching my train, lifting it all the way up lest I trip on it, and my heart is palpitating wildly.<br /> I have thousands of emotions surging through me.<br /> I feel disappointed. I feel hurt. I feel heartbroken. I feel betrayed.<br /> And I am so infuriated.<br /> How could Matt do this to me? I trusted him. I thought he was different. Who would have thought that my loving fiance would have cheated on me with Wendy?<br /> &quot;Jo? Joanna?!&quot; I can hear people calling my name as I run past them, but their voices seem to be coming from a million miles away.<br /> I expertly dodge a few people who try to block my way, and I heave a sigh of relief when I finally get out of the hall.<br /> They are probably running after me but I don&#039;t even look back.<br /> I have one mission right now.<br /> Get the out of here and run as far away as I can from Matthew.<br /> I need to get out of this before I kill he. I don&#039;t wish to end up in prison for killing someone that really deserved it.<br /> Matt and Wendy. They both deserve a slow, painful death.<br /> How do you have sleep with your younger brother&#039;s girlfriend? How do you even sleep with your boyfriend&#039;s elder brother?<br /> Gross! Super gross!<br /> I don&#039;t have a destination in mind and I don&#039;t even have my car keys., I don&#039;t even know where my car is.<br /> I gave Kelly my key. I had no idea that I would need to use my car today. We were supposed to leave for our honeymoon right after the reception but that&#039;s obviously not going to happen.<br /> No reception, no honeymoon, no marriage.<br /> So I run to the freeway hoping to get a cab.<br /> My mind is a whirlwind of emotions and by the time I realize that I am crossing the highway, it&#039;s too late.<br /> &quot; Are you hurt?&quot; Someone asks a few minutes later.<br /> He is worried, tensed and he sounds unfamiliar.<br /> I slowly force my eyes open and I see the driver of the black SUV that almost hit me hopping out of the car.<br /> Actually, I am standing less than a meter away, very uninjured without a single bruise and I have no idea how I am alive.<br /> &quot;Are you okay, did I hurt you?&quot; He asks and I shake my head.<br /> &quot;Please get me out of here!&quot; I plead with him, taking a glance back and I see Matt attempting to cross the road but someone pulls him back saving him from another speeding car on the first lane.<br /> &quot;Are you okay!&quot; The guy demands, tipping my chin and I look up at him.<br /> He stares at me for a long second and then he motions me to get in the car. I don&#039;t waste a second, I proceed to sit shotgun and I wait impatiently for him to get in and drive us away.<br /> &quot;Buckle up!&quot; He orders me and he starts the car just when Matt makes his last step to us.<br /> &quot;Talking helps lighten the burden.&quot;<br /> Enzo&#039;s deep voice snaps me back from my trance and I take a sharp intake of breath.<br /> &quot;I don&#039;t think I am ready to talk.&quot;<br /> My voice is hoarse and I sound so broken.<br /> I am broken.<br /> &quot;Okay, what do you want to do? Thinking about him will only break you.&quot;<br /> I slowly open my eyes and I catch him staring at me through the rearview mirror but he takes his eyes back to the road almost immediately.<br /> &quot;Kill she and frame Matt for it.&quot;<br /> I don&#039;t even have to think twice. I desperately want them gone.<br /> &quot;Whoa. That&#039;s murder and you can get a death penalty.&quot; He says dramatically, faking a shocked expression.<br /> &quot;I am aware, and you totally missed out on the last part.&quot; I have an evil smirk on my face. &quot;Plus I watched how to get away with murder a few weeks ago.&quot;<br /> &quot;That is not an option at the moment. Anything else you want to do?&quot;<br /> &quot;Drink, cry, shout!&quot;<br /> I want to get drunk and tell the world that I hate Matthew Bryant.<br /> &quot;I don&#039;t have a cold drink at the moment but this should suffice.&quot;<br /> He hands me a bottle of distilled water and I shake my head.<br /> No way!<br /> &quot;I meant something alcoholic not some holy water.&quot; He smiles at me.<br /> &quot;I know exactly what you want but water will help you relax.&quot;<br /> &quot;No thanks.&quot;<br /> He tosses the bottle of water on my laps anyway and he prods me to take a gulp.<br /> &quot;Slow down, will you? It will be so sad if you die on your wedding day.&quot; He warns as I empty the bottle of water in a minute.<br /> &quot;There, it didn&#039;t work,&quot; I say, tossing the empty bottle on his laps.<br /> &quot;I guess this will.&quot;<br /> I heave a sigh of relief when he rolls the windows down and I savor the feeling of the cold breeze hitting my face. I shut my eyes and l lean back.<br /> Just what I needed.<br /> &quot;So?&quot; He asks me.<br /> &quot;So?&quot; I ask rudely, and he raises a single eyebrow at me.<br /> &quot;You realize that you are in a strangers car, right?&quot; He asks, raising his eyebrow incredibly higher. &quot;I would be polite if I were you.&quot; He adds as he turns to the left.<br /> And it suddenly hit me.<br /> I don&#039;t know him, and I don&#039;t know where he is taking me.<br /> I grudgingly open my eyes when Enzo stops the car thirty minutes later and I glance outside.<br /> We are in the parking lots, outside a very grand and posh hotel. I can&#039;t read the name from here but I can tell it is a five-star hotel.<br /> I glance at the rearview mirror and for the second time, I catch him staring at me but I am the one who looks away this time.<br /> &quot;How are you feeling?&quot;<br /> I can still feel his eyes on me and he sounds so very concerned about me. I guess pity is the word.<br /> He pities me?<br /> I pity myself too.<br /> &quot;Like a pile of trash.&quot; I give him an honest answer. &quot;Ooh. And very furious.&quot;<br /> Matt cheated on me but he still went ahead and proposed to me. That&#039;s so infuriating.<br /> He got Wendy pregnant and of all the days, she chose to announce it on the wedding day right in front of everyone. That&#039;s so humiliating.<br /> He bangs the door shut and he tightens his grip on my hand, and I hook the train around my other free arm as we walk towards the building.<br /> The entrance is a few meters from the parking lots and he is clutching my hand as we walk in total silence<br /> For some reasons I feel like no harm can get to me with Enzo by my side. I feel safe and very protected.<br /> There are a few people at the waiting lounge, probably waiting to be served, but Enzo walks us directly to the reception, and that earns him a few groans from the rest, but he doesn&#039;t seem.<br /> &quot;Hello.&quot; He says to the receptionist.<br /> She is busy typing something on her computer but Enzo proceeds to place his cards on her desk anyway.<br /> &quot;I am sorry, but you will have to wait like the rest.&quot; The blonde girl says, looking up and when she sets her eyes on Enzo she swoons.<br /> She stares at him for a long hip second and I clear my throat to break the awkwardness. She finally notices that there is someone standing with Enzo.<br /> &quot;Wow. Your gown is beautiful.&quot; She tells me, forcing a smile and I force a smile right back.<br /> I know the gown is beautiful but her compliment sounded so fake.<br /> &quot;I want to book two rooms for the weekend,&quot; Enzo tells her impatiently.<br /> She flashes him a smile as she takes his cards from the desk and I roll my eyes.<br /> She is too flirty!<br /> &quot;Congratulations on your wedding, I hope you enjoy your honeymoon.&quot; She tells us a few minutes later, and she hands the cards and two separate keys to Enzo.<br /> &quot;We are...&quot; I start to say but Enzo beats me to it.<br /> &quot;Thank you.&quot; He is quick to say.<br /> &quot;Third floor, on the right right-wing, instructs us, Enzo to be specific.<br /> I sigh in relief when we both get inside the elevator and I let go of the train. I just can&#039;t wait to get rid of this stupid gown. It is too suffocating and totally not worth it.<br /> &quot;We need to shop for a few dresses,&quot; Enzo tells me as he presses the button indicating the third floor and I lean back as the elevator plunges up.<br /> &quot;I can&#039;t go out in this stupid gown again,&quot; I say, stepping out, leading the way to the right-wing.<br /> There are only two rooms in this wing, one that is next to the elevator and the other one is at the furthest corner.<br /> &quot;Advanced technology. We can shop online.&quot;<br /> &quot;It didn&#039;t even cross my mind,&quot; I say, stopping at the door.<br /> &quot;You can&#039;t take the first room.&quot; He tells me. &quot;Someone will have to get to me first.&quot; And we proceed to walk further.<br /> He opens the door for me and he steps aside to let me in.<br /> I glance at Enzo for a fleeting second and my heart aches as I walk inside. This should be Matt, he should be the one getting doors for his bride. I should be excited about spending a few days with my husband.<br /> &quot;Go take a shower, it will help you relax.&quot; I smile at him for the very first time as I walk straight to the mirror.<br /> I need to take one last glance because I will never wear a wedding gown ever again.<br /> I look so pale, so messed up and so broken. Nothing close to the beautiful girl that I saw in the mirror in the morning.<br /> &quot;You need help with that?&quot; Ezo asks when he notices that I am struggling to loosen the straps of my dress.<br /> &quot;Please.&quot; He walks behind me and I take a sharp breath when he accidentally grazes his finger on my skin as he loosens my strap.<br /> Under different circumstances, this would be so romantic. A man helping a girl loosen the straps of her wedding gown?<br /> &quot;You looked beautiful in this dress by the way.&quot; He tells me in a husky voice and when I look at the mirror, our eyes meet.<br /> We stare at each other for a very long second and he blinks when I suck in an involuntary breath.<br /> &quot;I should go take a shower,&quot; I say, a nervous smile forming on my lips, and Enzo steps back without saying a single word.<br /> I hold my loosely strapped gown up, lest it falls as I walk to the bedroom and I swear I can feel Enzo&#039;s eyes drilling small holes on my back.<br /> I release a breath that I wasn&#039;t aware I was holding when I step in the room, closing the door behind me and I let my gown fall carelessly around my feet.<br /> I am in a white backless corset and a pink lacey garter belt lingerie that I had worn under my wedding dress.<br /> Ooh, and I am still in my six inches pair of heels.<br /> I did put on so much effort to look good for Matt but it was all for naughts. <br /> I just wasted my precious time to please an wanker that doesn&#039;t even deserve it.<br /> Have been having fantasies about this particular day for a very long time and I even anticipated Matt to literally throw me on the bed when he sees me in this.<br /> A bride dressed in some good lingerie should be the first gift a man gets from his wife. It sets a romantic mood for the first night as a married couple and I was all ready for it.<br /> I thought we would pop some champagne, toss to our union, and consummate our marriage.<br /> I thought we would sleep with the entire night.<br /> I didn&#039;t expect any drama and I never saw all of this coming. I was totally not braced for a heartbreak on my wedding day. I wasn&#039;t supposed to end up in a hotel with a total stranger.<br /> I step out of the dress, get rid of the shoe, and paddle on the marble floor to the bathroom. I am tempted to run a warm bath first, but I don&#039;t think it&#039;s what I need at the moment.<br /> So I turn on the faucet and I stand under the cascading cold water, still in my lingerie.<br /> I shut my eyes as droplets of the ice-cold water hit my skin lightly and I let my mind drift away.<br /> Minutes later, I wrap a towel around my body before walking out of the bathroom.<br /> That is the longest time I have ever spent in a shower.<br /> I just stood there reminiscing about the best moments I have had with Matt. The times that he made me feel special, when he promised to love me always and forever.<br /> I remembered the vow he made today and I remembered that moment when all of this changed.<br /> The minute Wendy&#039;s words sank in my mind.Enzo is at the doorstep staring at the wedding dress on the floor and he has a Forever Twenty 1 shopping bag in his hand.<br /> He just walked in to bring me the clothes that he actually bought for me.<br /> &quot;Took you long enough.&quot; He says, getting the dress from the floor.<br /> &quot;Not more than thirty minutes I bet?&quot; I ask, fastening the towel around me when I feel his eyes boring into my skin.<br /> &quot;Thirty-five minutes to be precise. You scared me and I had to come check on you.&quot;<br /> &quot;You don&#039;t think that I am capable of committing suicide because some wanker broke my heart, do you?&quot;<br /> &quot;I don&#039;t even know your name, I don&#039;t think I know what you are capable of.&quot;<br /> &quot;Joanna Williams. And no, I can&#039;t hurt myself.&quot; I am already in too much pain as it is.<br /> He walks in further, his eyes intensely on me and he places the dress and the shopping bag on the king-size bed.<br /> His eyes linger on my undressed thighs for a freaking mini-second and I consciously attempt to adjust my towel. Unfortunately, it is not long enough.<br /> I don&#039;t judge him though, men stare a lot.<br /> I sit at the edge of the bed and a tear rolls down my cheek when I take the gown in my hands.<br /> I feel so miserable.<br /> I hug it to my chest and a lump forms in my throat. I don&#039;t think I can endure the heartaches anymore. I can&#039;t hold back the tears any longer, I am going to break down sooner than later.<br /> I really wanted to be strong. I didn&#039;t want to shed even a single tear for Matt, he doesn&#039;t even deserve it.<br /> &quot;Hey?&quot; Enzo whispers, tipping my face slowly to look at him and another fat tear rolls down when our eyes meet.<br /> He cusses under his breath as he squats right in front of me, resting his arms on my undressed thigh.<br /> I am too messed up to concentrate on the skin to skin contact between us but my heartbeat ratchets up.<br /> He flickers the tear away with his thumb and he cups my face in his hands.

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