Mia's Story
It’s impossible of course—because, you know, birds, those noisy, busy little bastards never shut up— but suddenly the world around us is so silent, it’s as if it’s become frozen. And Drake is so near. So intoxicatingly warm. Frankly, I don’t even know why that appeals to me so much, but it does. I fight the urge to run my eager fingers up his broad muscular chest. I force away the thought of lacing them behind his neck and pulling him to me again. Much as I want this, I push us apart. Whatever is happening—among the three of us, if you can say there’s only three with me carting around multiple lifetimes of emotional baggage—well, it isn’t just about me. Or at least I think it isn’t. In an exceptionally selfish way, my body certainly thinks it’s about me. All about me and my deepest, d
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