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... the bed, his movements almost reverent, as if afraid he might damage them. It’s not much—just jeans, leggings, t-shirts, and hoodies—but I catch myself before scoffing at the simplicity. Saying that out loud would have made me sound spoiled.
And maybe, in some ways, I am.
Damien spoiled me. He knew about the hell I endured in my first pack, and when he took me in, he did everything he could to help me forget. Gifts, affection—he tried to mend what had been broken with tenderness ...
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