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Even though he’s teasing h I know he could o a very different way I’d like even less

He still has the deepest, darkest, and most intense eyes I’ve ever seen

It’s like he can see through ht into my soul

I’uard up, and my wits about me

But there’s so as well, especially when he asks

I feelto rise up insideas I feelmyself with it

“I don’t think how I got here is any of your business,” Ia single tear betray s

My eyes aren’t helping either

Darting frouy’s crotch about a hundred tiotten in his car

His look softens Shifting fro concerned

Like, genuinely concerned

For me Someone, he’s only just met

“Did anyone hurt you?” he asks, suddenly, firmly

I sniff again and shaketo speak now because I know if I do I’ll end up crying like a little girl when I’ to act like Joan of Arc

Pearce’s face grows serious, and he leans forward Ruining e, but he sees all of a sudden

Like who I am and what’s really happened to me

For the first tier actually seeive a fuck about me

And I have to say, I’m really not sure how to take it

“Do you believe in fate, Brynn? Like destiny?” he asks gravely

The best I can do is shrug, sniffing some more before he produces a handkerchief from his jacket pocket that smells like the fresh version of his coat I’m wrapped in

Breathing in deeply, I feel like I could tell hi

Like I’d agree to anything he said too

Before long I’ve ement to the father of the boy who bullied me in school for years, and that I ran away

That I couldn’t stand the thought of living the way myup until then