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I believed what I kneas a lie as his bodyhard while I accepted every inch of him

We didn’t kiss; we didn’t close our eyes The connection we shared was nearly terrifying, each dip of the mattress, each time I clenched around him and pulled hio

He wasn’t just a perfect fit

He was my perfect fit

He was soain, so I oing to go away

“Why is this different?” My fingernails dug into his skin “This isn’t just sex”

“No,” he whispered “It’s not”

“What is this?”

He didn’t answer Instead, he slid his hand between our bodies and got ry that it was so soon

“Until ,” he whispered

A tear slid down ”

He leaned over and kissed ain, his hand up to , Iz I’m so proud of you”

“Maks…” Tears blurredon Proet help, that you won’t just leave!”

His eyes were growing more and more distant “I wouldn’t leave you by choice, Iz, you know that”

“There’s always a way,” I sobbed

“You’ll be okay” He sighed “I made sure of it”

“What? You’re talking like a crazy person”

He barked out a laugh still inside me, “Yeah, well…”

“What the hell is going on?”

He tensed over me suddenly, his eyes widened, and then he abruptly pulled out of me and stumbled away toward the bathroom

“Maks?”

“I need afor the last few hours

He shut the door behind hio to the bathroom or just needed a minute

I put on one of his white T-shirts and his favorite pair of boxers and went over to the se in his room that held bottled water and chilled wine