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much…”
I grabbed her wrists and yanked them down. “If you don’t fight for yourself, I will. You can’t stop me and you can’t change my mind.”
“Stop.” She stepped away and turned around, closing off from me.
This was getting too emotional for her. I fell silent and gave her space.
She cowered in the corner, trying to catch her breath.
“Livia—”
“Please don’t do anything. I just want this to go away. You’re hurting me…” She sniffed and clutched her waist. “I need you to hold me, to kiss me, and to tell me you still love me. I want this to stay in the past where it belongs, not here—with you.”
I let my anger blindside me for a moment. My response to a threat was always to attack. I didn’t work so hard to get this big just to keep my fights in the ring. I wanted to protect my girl, to make her feel safe. “I’m sorry.”
She still didn’t turn around.
“Babe, I’m sorry. I just got caught up…”
“I want you to let this go. I want to move on and forget about it.”
“Okay.”
“And I want you to forget about it.”
Never going to happen .
“Scotty?”
I came behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist. My lips moved to her neck, giving her a gentle kiss. I squeezed her to my chest, trying to silently change the subject.
She released the air from her lungs, melting in my arms.
“Come to bed.”
A minute passed without a response. Her hands covered my arms, feeling cold. “Okay.”
CHAPTER SIX
Livia
Even after I admitted my darkest secret, Scotty was still there. He still loved me. He still wanted me.
That was something I never expected to happen. I projected my distaste for myself onto him, assuming he saw me in the same light. I was disgusting, broken, and used. But he didn’t see me that way. I should have focused on who he was, not what I assumed he would feel.
When he stopped talking to me for a week, I panicked. I assumed he changed his mind. But he hadn’t. Angry and spewing, he didn’t know how to express his rage. He wanted to hurt the men who had done this to me, and that was a reaction I expected. But violence wouldn’t fix anything. It wouldn’t help me sleep at night and it wouldn’t change what happened. I would always be scarred by that, tainted.
And I didn’t want something to happen to Scotty. Even though I never said it, I loved him. The last thing I wanted was for him to get sucked into this, to regret a decision he made out of anger. I just wanted to forget about everything and move on.
And Scotty finally let me have that.
His gentle nature and tender kisses returned. He ran his fingers through my hair then trailed down my neck, touching me with just the right amount of pressure. That fondness that used to shine in his eyes returned, giving me a warmth that I never received from anyone else. He accepted me for who I was unlike my family. There was nothing I couldn’t tell him.
The semester was coming to an end and Thanksgiving was just around the corner. I hated the holidays. I usually went to my parents' house, where I was berated for being a loser. Ash shined brighter than the sun and my parents showered him with indefinite compliments. Even the casserole I made didn’t receive an acknowledgement. But this year I wouldn’t be spending it with my parents. I’d rather sit in the house by myself than be anywhere near them. Their priorities were wrong. Money, social status, and career meant squat to me. All I wanted was to be happy, to be loved.
Scotty walked with me to the library. “Do you ever get tired of studying?” he teased.
“I like to study now so I can see you on the weekends.”
He nodded. “That’s a good point. I like hoarding you all day and night.”
That made two of us.
He hugged me when we reached the library. “I’ll see you later.”
“Yeah.”
He pulled away then kissed me on the lips. We hadn’t picked up our physical relationship since we got back together. It was on my mind and I
I grabbed her wrists and yanked them down. “If you don’t fight for yourself, I will. You can’t stop me and you can’t change my mind.”
“Stop.” She stepped away and turned around, closing off from me.
This was getting too emotional for her. I fell silent and gave her space.
She cowered in the corner, trying to catch her breath.
“Livia—”
“Please don’t do anything. I just want this to go away. You’re hurting me…” She sniffed and clutched her waist. “I need you to hold me, to kiss me, and to tell me you still love me. I want this to stay in the past where it belongs, not here—with you.”
I let my anger blindside me for a moment. My response to a threat was always to attack. I didn’t work so hard to get this big just to keep my fights in the ring. I wanted to protect my girl, to make her feel safe. “I’m sorry.”
She still didn’t turn around.
“Babe, I’m sorry. I just got caught up…”
“I want you to let this go. I want to move on and forget about it.”
“Okay.”
“And I want you to forget about it.”
Never going to happen .
“Scotty?”
I came behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist. My lips moved to her neck, giving her a gentle kiss. I squeezed her to my chest, trying to silently change the subject.
She released the air from her lungs, melting in my arms.
“Come to bed.”
A minute passed without a response. Her hands covered my arms, feeling cold. “Okay.”
CHAPTER SIX
Livia
Even after I admitted my darkest secret, Scotty was still there. He still loved me. He still wanted me.
That was something I never expected to happen. I projected my distaste for myself onto him, assuming he saw me in the same light. I was disgusting, broken, and used. But he didn’t see me that way. I should have focused on who he was, not what I assumed he would feel.
When he stopped talking to me for a week, I panicked. I assumed he changed his mind. But he hadn’t. Angry and spewing, he didn’t know how to express his rage. He wanted to hurt the men who had done this to me, and that was a reaction I expected. But violence wouldn’t fix anything. It wouldn’t help me sleep at night and it wouldn’t change what happened. I would always be scarred by that, tainted.
And I didn’t want something to happen to Scotty. Even though I never said it, I loved him. The last thing I wanted was for him to get sucked into this, to regret a decision he made out of anger. I just wanted to forget about everything and move on.
And Scotty finally let me have that.
His gentle nature and tender kisses returned. He ran his fingers through my hair then trailed down my neck, touching me with just the right amount of pressure. That fondness that used to shine in his eyes returned, giving me a warmth that I never received from anyone else. He accepted me for who I was unlike my family. There was nothing I couldn’t tell him.
The semester was coming to an end and Thanksgiving was just around the corner. I hated the holidays. I usually went to my parents' house, where I was berated for being a loser. Ash shined brighter than the sun and my parents showered him with indefinite compliments. Even the casserole I made didn’t receive an acknowledgement. But this year I wouldn’t be spending it with my parents. I’d rather sit in the house by myself than be anywhere near them. Their priorities were wrong. Money, social status, and career meant squat to me. All I wanted was to be happy, to be loved.
Scotty walked with me to the library. “Do you ever get tired of studying?” he teased.
“I like to study now so I can see you on the weekends.”
He nodded. “That’s a good point. I like hoarding you all day and night.”
That made two of us.
He hugged me when we reached the library. “I’ll see you later.”
“Yeah.”
He pulled away then kissed me on the lips. We hadn’t picked up our physical relationship since we got back together. It was on my mind and I
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