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My little mate was lying beside me, still naked, and I ran my fingers over her soft skin, relishing the feeling of it and tracing a few of the small scars that adorned her.
I still had my pants on, but other than that, we weren’t covered at all. We just lay there in the dark, the only light seeping in from under the door, casting a faint glow from the hallway.
“I still feel so guilty,” Octavia suddenly whispered.
I sighed. I didn’t want her to. It would serve no purpose if she continued to burden herself with guilt.
“O…”
“I don’t know how to fix it," she admitted.
“Fix what?” I inquired, gazing up at the ceiling.
“It’s my fault he’s not here anymore.”
“No, it’s not, and I’ve told you I don’t want to hear you say it,” I interjected.
“But—”
“O, did it ever occur to you t
