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1 " I guess my man is hungry,” I said with a chuckle. Ethan stilled and dropped his hand. He watched me for the longest time before saying, “Yes, he is.” The moment was heavy between us and I knew why. But I couldn’t regret calling him mine because it felt like he was. And even that tiny confirmation from him… I "
― Sloane Kennedy , Revelation (The Protectors, #7)
2 " You knew,” I said. “You said he’d touch me in other ways.” I hated that my voice almost sounded accusatory. Ronan "
3 " Cain finally moved me, but it wasn’t to help me out of the shower. No, it was to move me forward, and to my disbelief, I felt his big body pushing up against me as he climbed in with me, fully clothed. A "
4 " A new round of wracking, painful cries erupted from my throat at the gesture and I wanted to both tear myself away from him and lean back against him at the same time. “Just let it out, Ethan,” Cain whispered and I swore I felt his lips against the spot where my neck met my shoulder. “I’ve got you.” I shook my head because I couldn’t let myself believe that. That he had me. His "
5 " And his sobs… His soul-crushing, defeated sobs. The ones I’d felt everywhere. I’d never heard that level of agony. I’d felt it myself, but I hadn’t ever given in to its need to escape my body. No, I’d used it as fuel instead. But with Ethan, I’d wanted the tormented cries gone, just like the blood and any other possible remnants his rapist had left behind as well as the fucking bruises. I’d wanted him to be free of all of it. Though "
6 " And then I saw it. That moment where he was giving me exactly what I wanted, along with proof that he was fucking terrified. I didn’t need to hear the words to know what he was saying. I’m trusting you. Please don’t let me down. I gave him a nod, ignoring the fact that Ronan and Phoenix were both watching us. I’ve got you, Ethan. Ethan "
7 " revelation noun rev·e·la·tion \ˌre-və-ˈlā-shən\ A pleasant, often enlightening surprise. "
8 " And only one thing came to mind when the landing gear hit the runway a few minutes later. Fuck you, Eric. I’m going home. * "
9 " My insides lit up, but before I could even move, he was pushing past me. “You’re not gay, are you?” he asked when he stopped near the door. “No,” I admitted. “Are you bi?” he asked. I began walking towards him, not missing the way he tensed and his breathing ticked up. “I don’t know what I am,” I said softly. Ethan "