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irish roots, planted in new york. trauma surgeon. stubborn to a fault, divorced mother of two. mdni.
she closes her eyes , feeling his arms tighten . there isnβt much she can give him , but she can give him this , a final moment to hold her .
β after you leave for scotland , there canβt be any communication between us . you were right , we β
with a sharp intake of air , she catches the hand between her legs , rubbing herself through the clothing , too stubborn to comply even in the bedroom . β you first . β how else is she going to sit on her face ? β lie back . β
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i wanted you to see a mess and still find me worthy of love, to tell me that you could still love me anyway.
the eye contact has her swallowing hungrily , thinking of all the things she wants to do to her .
breaking herself out of her trance , she replaces her fingers with her mouth , devouring her mouth and fumbling with her pants . β i want β
β against astoria ? no one does . iβm sorry . β it hurts her to hurt him , the front sheβs putting on crumbling at the sight of his watery eyes .
β you deserve happiness too . β walking into his arms , she hugs him , mumbling , β i hope youβll β
maeve makes a strangled sound , watching her thumb disappear into astoriaβs mouth , the most fucking erotic thing sheβs ever seen .
but soon , sheβs switching it out , pushing her index and middle fingers in , and letting her β
β i donβt blame you for it . you were brave , you took a chance , even knowing i might notβ β love you back , she doesnβt say . she doesnβt want to lie , and she canβt tell the truth . she has been so cruel to him already , giving him false β
β then stop fighting me and let me love you . let me choose you . β
before she has finished the sentence , astoria has melted into her , fusing their lips together passionately . maeve finds her tongue , licking the inside of her mouth , two β
β it was . no one wants to read another personβs love confession to the one theyβre in love with . not to mention the way i responded . . . β she blows out a breath . she has made such a mess of everything .
β iβm going to think about it . β
at some other point in time , when she is in a better frame of mind , she will be able to receive those positives . β is that so wrong ? to worry about how you feel ? youβre the love of my life , and i was so caught up with the β
β second love of my lifeβ workβ that i neglected you for years , that i didnβt give you the care and attention you deserved , so yes , this time around iβm going to overly think about how everything makes you feel , but that doesnβt mean iβm β








