Dream
"If you think I'll share a bed with you, Ryan. You're dead wrong." He grabs me from behind and rests his hands on my belly. I don't fight against him, in a way I don't have the strength to. "Of course you will, Ryn. We used to share a bed back home, before you were taken from me." I turn to stare at his cynical face and step away from his embrace. "That was a long time ago. You know that." He frowns and leans against the doorframe. "Barely two months ago, Ryn. What are you talking about?" "I don't want to do this with you, Ryan. Can't you just give me space, for once? Throughout our relationship, all you ever did was suffocate me." He scowls and tilts his head. "You never complained before, though. You loved that I smothered you with love and affection, the kind no one ever gave you b
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