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Chapter Fourteen

Cait

We spend most of our days on the beach, reading or napping. I know the guilt he carries with him. He lays by me, and I trace the scars on his chest, I look him in the eyes. “You may think you are too damaged and too broken to love, but you are not. I love every piece of you. Including your scars and flaws.”

I kissed him, softly at first, before biting his lip and tugging it softly. His smoldering eyes told me all I needed to know. Prince Charming can go fuck himself. I will take the Big Bad Wolf any day.