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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.
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.
