His Bond Was a Cage
His eyes went to my collar, where the sweater had slipped, and the old scars sat there in the lantern light.
I put my hand over them, too late, the way I always am.
End of Chapter 7
Stories contain mature romantic and sexual content. All characters are fictional adults.
LeaveHis eyes went to my collar, where the sweater had slipped, and the old scars sat there in the lantern light.
I put my hand over them, too late, the way I always am.
End of Chapter 7
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