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I squeezed her tightly against me, feeling our unborn children between us. Rain started glowing brightly, almost as bright as the sun. She engulfed me in it, causing me to feel the absolute bliss she was feeling, both of us glowing bright. We illuminated the night sky before us. "I love you Nate Viseron." "I love you Rain Lancaster. "

had only been intimate with three people before, and none of it was mind-blowing. "I don't know," I muttered. "You don't know? You've had sex, right?" His voice was gentle, and it made me smile. "Yeah, nothing amazing. I guess I just don't know yet. Why don't you go first?" I hoped to get some inspiration from him. "Hmm, I asked the question, yet I don't know my own answer," he chuckled, and I rolled my eyes at him. "I want to say rough. Looking at you now, I would love to ravish you, my hand around your throat." "Damn," I breathed out, feeling more aroused than I'd like to admit. "Oh, you like that image, huh?" I blushed bright red and ran my hand through my hair. "Maybe," I giggled. "What

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How could we stop loving each other after everything we had gone through? “Love is madness.” I told him now, in that same frail voice. “I read it in a romance novel once, when I was twelve. It said that it drives us lit more insane every single day until it consumes us alive.” My lips tilted up when I remembered how badly my mother had reacted to me reading that book. “My mother burned it in the fire place, that book. I don’t even remember what it was called, but I do remember what my mother told me after. ‘Love doesn’t end with happily ever after’s. Each day is a new challenge, a new trial sent to us by god. Those who think that two people coming together at the end of a book is the end of