~ Tryson ~
When he'd gotten to his toes inner the fox hole, Diane Was still gripping the rocks at the appear holes and staring at him.
Her face Was a mix of joy and fear, and his belly dropped.
He was satisfied he'd come. And terrified of what might occur now.
Tryson cleared his throat. "Diane , he's lying. About a lot of it. And… I already advised you, it wasn't… there wasn't whatever in it that I loved or… it was ugly. All of it. I did it because I idea I had to, and—"
She launched herself throughout the grime and into his arms. He grunted as she ran into his soft ribs, but he didn't let her go, holding her tightly to his chest and pressing his cheek against the pinnacle of her head as she clung to him.
Her whole body Was shaking. f**k, he hated what this was doing to her.
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