The thought of not you
"Don... he’s always been like that. Loud. Demanding. He thinks because he can fix a heart in an operating room, he has the right to break everyone else's outside of it."
"He is a fool," Lucian murmured, his hand slowly moving up her side, his long fingers trailing over the knit fabric of her forest green sweater, leaving a path of electric heat in their wake. "A small, blind creature crawling through the dirt, entirely unaware of the sky. You should never have allowed him to breathe the same air as you, let alone your devotion."
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