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Damien flew out of the bed and took the clothe I was pretending to fold and flung it back on the bed and then took my both hands in his. “Do you love him?” His eyes begged me to say no, to take back my words, but his nakedness was distracting me and not letting me think straight. “Put some clothes on,” I whispered. “Why?” He looked at me intensely. He was aware what his body was doing to me and was taking advantage of it. No, I tightened my resolve. You must be strong Kamaria. If he is not going to chose you let him know that you are not going wait around for him, or sneak around with him. You deserve better. Despite my resolve all I wanted to do was jump his bones.

She said patting my back. I cried for a while before father adjusted himself and faced me. “You see Michael; we can never force people to love us if they decided to walk away. That is their decision and we must respect it. Respecting their decision and allowing them to walk away is the perfect definition of true love. I know it is not easy but you just have to let go of Shadrach. I am, sure if there is any chance for you to be together in the future, Shadrach will surely find you.” He said looking at me.

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And it had proven, beyond any doubt, that love — when built on respect, autonomy, and daily conscious choice — could create something that not only lasted, but multiplied. Anya smiled into the darkness as sleep gently claimed her. Tomorrow would bring new stories from the center. New dreams from her children. New moments of connection with her partners. And she would meet all of it the same way she had met every chapter before this one: With an open heart, steady hands, and the unwavering knowledge that she was exactly where she was meant to be. Loved. Free. And forever choosing.

Even if all I ever get is the knowledge that I finally became someone worthy of your respect. I'm going to support your work. Implement your programs. Defend your honor. Be better. Not to win you back. Not to ease my guilt. But because it's who I want to be. Who I should have been all along. I love you. I will always love you. But I'm learning that love isn't about holding on. It's about supporting you. Respecting your choices. Wanting your happiness even if it's not with me.

His hand withdrew from my body. “I’ll be honest with you. I don’t know what true love feels like. But I have fantasized about it based on the books I read and people I observed in real life. And I figured out that you can respect someone and not be in love with them, but you can’t love someone and not respect them. Love is respect, sacrifice, and selflessness. Love is when you start putting someone and their needs before you…” I took a deep breath as he pulled out of me and I felt his cum slither down between my thighs.

BRIELLE'S POV Tristan set the book on the coffee table and flipped it open, hands steadier now that we were somewhere the girls couldn't hear. "Here." He turned it toward me. "This is the part I stopped reading." I leaned in, scanning the cramped old script. "A choice made from fear, duty, or convenience does not satisfy the bond." My voice slowed as I read, the weight of each word sinking further in. "Only love, freely given and truly felt, completes the joining. A hollow choice weakens rather than saves."

"Come on, let's talk about what we want and what we don't want. You know knowledge of this would make our relationship grow strong and last longer?" "Yeah, I know that." He shrugs his shoulders." He leans towards my ear and plants a kiss on my earlobe, biting it. I giggle in ecstacy. "I love you so much, I want our relationship to be augmented by mutual love and respect, but if both should be placed on a scale, I prefer respect to love." I cork my head to one side, using this opportunity to look at him. "Really?" "Yeah, of course, as all guys do."

I'd gladly shoot the ones who'll tell her otherwise. I busied myself by answering some emails as I sit on the couch in the Great Room, trying my best not to bother the people going back and forth to decorate. It was coming to life now, the wedding. Several flowers and lace and lights. I should feel sick to my stomach now, knowing that in less than three days, I'd be a married man, be Boss of two business, and have Mari as my wife, have her enemies as mine, and mine as hers. It wasn't scary though. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I know that this marriage is real. Somewhere deep inside the rubble of distrust and hate, bad history and vendettas, Mari and I have something real. Sure we might

That's probably the first time David called him Angel. He looked at him with a smile. He can see how the word has affected Alex. Last night he saw how patient Alex is. This last night bring too many new perspectives in their life, it gave them too many reasons to start a new fresh life full of love and affection for each other. And the first step to love and affection is respect. If you can't respect your lover, you ain't in love. Love teaches you respect and honor. And it does a hard way. "D-David." Alex's voice cracked. "Y-you....."