Why do you have to leave?" I whispered against his hard chest. I was trying hard not to cry. "I have to do this. I will be home before you know it." He ran a hand through my hair, and kept me pressed against him. My arms gripped the back of his shirt tight in my Fsts. "Bour years, Trett."
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