![]() “Nobody touched you, did they?” his rough growl makes my girly bits stand up and beg. I told him all of that, watching when his big hands balled up into fists and his strong jaw clenched, almost sharp enough to cut glass. I learned early on to keep an eye on those men. ![]() Most of the homes weren’t too bad but as I got older and filled out, a few of them made me uncomfortable. ![]() There weren’t any living relatives on either side so I found myself shuffled back and forth in foster care. Both of my parents were killed in a car crash when I was only three. I can see a ridge under his zipper that makes my mouth water.ĭesperate to be near him, I chat with him every day. When he walks, his jeans are so fitted to his big frame that I can see the muscles of his thighs shifting under the heavy, worn fabric. His dark eyes pools of chocolate that I find myself getting lost in every time I look at him. Foster care makes a person very careful with their friendships. Mainly because growing up as I had, I didn’t trust many people. I’ve never had a man listen to me like he wants to know me. Every day Liam sits with me, talking to me. The next weekgoes slow and yet speeds by. ![]()
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