Tears Of A Broken Omega
Her eyes widened, hurt flashing across her face, and my chest squeezed so tight I almost whimpered.
“I wasn’t going through your things, Rhea. You know how much I respect your privacy.” Her voice was soft, but wounded.
And I did know. I knew she respected me. That was exactly why seeing her holding that lingerie felt like the floor had vanished beneath my feet.
“I was looking for your laundry,” she whispered, her voice cracking as her gaze dropped back to the black, provocative scraps of lace. “I’ve been sleeping so much. I wanted to be helpful. I thought I’d find your old T-shirts. You don’t wear this. I know you don’t. So… so…” She looked up at me, a single tear finally spilling over. “Why
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