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Angelina
Jared isn’t at my place when I get home. Nor does he show up before I go to bed. My stomach is in knots.
I’m pretty sure I offended him.
I was trying to keep him from my parents for his own sake—because they can be rude, arrogant, judgemental assholes. I don’t want them to judge him.
And I know they would.
They’d take one look at the beefy arms covered with tattoos and write him off as a Hell’s Angel or something stupid like that.
They would never look beneath the surface to see the amazing man he is. The caring, considerate, thoughtful, charming guy who only seems to want to support me. And f**k my brains out.
And I would hate—absolutely die—if they were rude to him.
So it was for his protection that I didn’t want to invite him over to meet them.
But I keep rememberi
