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He still needed a roof over his head and food in his belly.
For thirteen months, my true feelings about Jolie and Dirk had simmered just under the surface. Fearing to even leak out.
Chris pulled on me until I stepped back, halting when my calves hit the edge of the bed. His left arm slid around my side, his hand moving up to cup my right breast.
Beneath my back, I fisted my hands, willing myself to hang on.
In the distance, I heard the front door shut loudly. "What-" "Getting mad won't change anything, honey.
My whole body trembled now, and I whimpered.
Am I talking out loud to myself now, like I do in my sleep?" "It's adorable," Chris smiled, pecking me on the nose.
I swallowed and blinked away my unshed tears, smiling at him.