“Every so often i'd wake up when his arms clenched around me, his embrace so tight i thought he'd cut off my circulation, holding me as if even in his sleep he was haunted by the fear of losing me.”

Jennifer L. Armentrout

Jennifer L. Armentrout - “Every so often i'd wake up...” 1

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