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“Afghanistan,” she replies in such a blasé tone, I’ with me or not

“Afghanistan?” Not hiding the incredulity I’

“Yup About three years ago, I think Got hit by some shrapnel from an RPG blast”

I’ht, which pushes Willoay froood since I need to see her face

She twists to frown at me

“Are you fucking kidding me?” I bark

Her brows knit together, not quite happy with lare She speaks slowly… as if she needs to explain sorader “I’m a photojournalist Sometimes, I work in war zones”

“The fuck you do,” I retort, not sure if I’ her to obey

Her expression causes a tiny voice in nore it

“You handle student protests and risk getting hit by a thrown tomato,” I remind her as if I’m privy to all the mysterious secrets that“That’s what you do as a photojournalist”

“No,” she drawls, irritation clear in her voice “I go on any job I choose to go on, soerous areas Sorenades”

“That shit stops right now,” I almost shout

And then… Willow laughs Head thrown back, eyes squeezed shut, she actually clutches her belly as she cackles hysterically

My jaw locks, teeth starting to grind

Luckily, she doesn’t laugh long Opening her eyes, she pins them on me with a coldness I’d never seen before “No one tells me what I can and can’t do”

This simply isn’t true In the past feeeks, Willow has bent to any number of demands from me I knoithout a doubt, I could take her by the head and push le word… and she’d take it like a champ

But even I realize this is different

That’s sex and I’ve already figured out Willow likes e e fuck

But this is Willow’s life, and I have absolutely no say in it

Still, like a du for a calmness I don’t feel inside

“I get you love what you do, Willow Admire it even But don’t you think that maybe you should reconsider that line of work?”

“Why?” she de up to face me fully Cascades of water and bubbles sluice off her body, revealing its glory to me but for the first time since I met her, I’m not interested in that beauty

“Because you could die,” I reply