"Maybe the dots do connect, and we simply have to keep moving forward to see them fully connecting."
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~ Elizabeth ~
"Let me go, Patrick!" I pushed him away, struggling to free myself from his grip, but he only held on tighter.
"And what if I don't?" He wrapped his arms around my waist, trapping me against him, his breath warm against my face.
But that wasn't what made me freeze. It was the heat between us. And then... I turned too quickly for him to stop me. I glanced down at him, and as I had expected-there was a bulge. A large one.
"What are you looking at?" He followed my gaze, then instinctively looked down at himself.
"What the f**k!" He spun around abruptly, as if to shield the last shred of his pride. But it was too late. I had already seen it.
"Well, well... shouldn't I
