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“We’ll take care of you, Morgan,” Blake assured her

“And you’ll take care of us,” Grant told her

“You mean sexually,” she said quietly

“Exactly,” Grant quickly responded, his lips thinning as if he were negotiating a done deal

“Why would you do this?”

“Because we both happen to love you,” Blake replied “I never stopped”

Her heart soared with his beautiful confession She could’ve cried then, only she was still processing, co to terms with their offer

“It’s a one-time deal,” Grant explained “Blake and I have discussed this many times in the past We knoe want, and both of us are willing to do whatever it takes to make you happy and see you well We’re both still in love with you, Morgan There hasn’t been anyone else for either of us since you left”

“I’m not the same person you once knew”

“We aren’t either,” Grant stated flatly

That es, especially in Grant While he still looked the saed hiht wrinkles His bow-shaped ns of burdensome times Premature crow’s feet encased those unique blue eyes M

organ had always adored Grant was hardened, and that no-nonsense approach he possessed, the one she once found appealing, now caed, and raw

There wasn’t any question Grant Foouldn’t put up with a drug addict’s self-centered shit

Grant would bend her over his knee and wear her ass out if she crossed him Then, he’d fuck her silly, leave her to play with a few toys, and dare her to put a drug in her vein again

“What if I can’t do it?” she asked, fully aware of just how strenuous their rehabilitation regime would potentially become