Chapter Twenty Nine
In our moment of bliss we forgot ourselves and then the world fell apart * He was a broken rose held together by the rocks of pain * It was with her small body curled into his arms that he felt the wave of despair pass over him. Brooke stared up at the ceiling of the room. The sun outside had broke through the clouds and now the golden shine glittered on Teyha's pale face. He allowed himself to stare at her perfect skin, her perfect hair. She was perfect in every way, "It was too soon for you." He muttered softly brushing her hair from her sleeping face. He'd let himself go too far and now they couldn't go back. What if she woke and hated the sight of him? The man pushed away the thoughts. He pulled her closer to him needing to feel the warmth of bare skin against his. He'd gone easy
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