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Before turning to her. “No,” I answer moving her face to look at me. “But I am not going to lie to you either. I like you, but I don’t love you.” Lu starts to cry and nods. “I do love you. I love you with all my heart.” I wipe her tears away and kiss her cheeks. “Do you want me to come up?” I ask. She holds my hand and nods. “If for nothing else to just hold me,” she answers. We are both laying naked and cuddling, when my phone goes off again.

“I love you, Clement and Nicholas.” Two sets of arms close around our girl and hold tight. Hold her like we’ll never let go. And we won’t. “We love you, too, Dasha. We’ll never, ever stop.”

She leaned into me, her head resting against my chest, and I couldn’t help but smile. Holding her close as she shivered slightly. “I love you,” I whispered, the words slipping out before I could stop them. She looked up at me, her eyes shining with something I couldn’t quite place, and then she smiled. “I love you too.” Those words were simple but strong enough to settle down in my chest, filling every one of my heart with warmth. I held her hand tightly in mine, silently vowing never to let go. She was my everything, my light, my reason and I’d do whatever it took to keep her by my side.

In that moment, the boundaries of our relationship blurred, and the love I held for her was palpable, undeniable. "It's not your fault, my baby," I whispered, my voice carrying the warmth of reassurance. I held her close, our bodies pressed together, and I continued, "And you're never losing me. You heard me." The words were a solemn vow, a promise of unwavering support and protection, a testament to the depth of my affection for her. She nodded her head, her face buried in my chest, seeking solace in the comfort of my embrace. The rhythm of her breathing, the gentle rise and fall of her chest against mine, created a harmonious connection, a silent understanding of the bond we shared.

She’s too good for me, too fucking good. “Fuck. I love you, amor.” I gave everything I have into the kiss she allowed me to have. “I love you,” she said, holding on to me as if her life depended on it, flinging her arms around my shoulder. She pulled me closer to her body. I held her tight as my mouth devoured her soft ones. Our tears mingled together as our faces moved to deepen the molding of our lips. Even though I’ve already mapped her body with my hands, tongue, and lips, I still made sure to hold her carefully, like a delicate flower needing my protection.

"I love you too my love..." He replied holding her close.

This time, he interlocked his fingers with hers. "What the hell are you doing, Kenji?" she asked, her voice shaky. She really doesn't get him at all. If he wants an annulment why is he doing these things to her? "I'm holding your hand, silly." "Let go cause I don't like it!" She hears him softly chuckle, pulling her closer to him. "I don't care if you don't like it," he whispers, his breath warm on her neck making her nervous. "I love holding my little wife close."

I turned her around and went inside again, I quickly jumped again as I kissed her neck. Then I sat down and held her hand so she could sit on top of me. She was still hesitant to get up but eventually, she was on top of me and I held him close to my shoulder. As I held both cheeks of her chair. I raised my chin and for a moment I felt that I was about to come out so I accelerated, even more, my arm wrapped around her body. One after another, the growl disappeared from both of our mouths, until I could feel my juices entering her. Weakening, I hugged her even more and kissed her neck. I didn’t remove her from above me and soon I stood up and lifted her wondering that she looked at me. I

She said and tears fall down her face, I dont know but I can feel her pain, my tears falls too. "Why? Why you still keep loving him even it is always impossible for both of you to be back again?" She hold my hand and then speak within her tears, "That is how we love, that is how we supposed to love, despite the big wall of society, despite of being lockdown in someone else arms, you will never stop there, they can get everything from me, my freedom, my dreams, my value and goals, but this..my heart is untouchable, this is only for him"

“But loving you feels like stepping into a fire.” There it is. The truth. Raw and messy and real. I reach out, brushing a thumb across her cheek softly, gently, like she’s something sacred. “Then I’ll hold your hand through it,” I murmured. “You won’t burn alone. Not ever.” Her breath catches. Something shifts in her eyes. Like a gate opening. Like a heart unclenching. I pull her closer slowly, patiently, and carefully. She melts into me, burying her face against my chest like it’s the only place she can breathe.