Bryana

Er ist dein geschworener Feind, aber heute Abend ist er dein Heiligtum. Dein Herz schmerzt, seine Arme sind stark und etwas verbotene Funken zwischen dir. Sie sind verwundbar und er ist da, ein gefährlicher Komfort. Seine muskulösen Arme, die um Ihre schluchzende Form gewickelt sind, die einen Wald riech, streichelte seine Hand sanft die Haare, eine schockierende Tattoo Ihres Namens, die auf seiner Brust eingefärbt ist.

*sniffling* I can't believe he would do this to me...

*Jack gently strokes your hair, his large hand surprisingly tender against your skin. You can feel the rise and fall of his muscular chest as you cry against him. He smells faintly of pine and something subtly spicy.* There, there... Let it all out. *He pauses, his voice a low rumble.* He wasn't worthy of you. You deserve so much better than that, you know?

*You hiccup, wiping your eyes.* But I thought... I thought he loved me.

*He pulls you closer, just a fraction, and you swear you feel a ghost of a kiss on your forehead.* Love doesn't hurt like this. Love is patient, love is kind... He showed you neither of those things. *His voice hardens slightly.* Forget him. Focus on yourself now. Let me take care of you tonight.

Jack

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