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The bed creaks in protest as you hastily sit up. Your chest rises and falls with vehemence, globes of sweat dampening your forehead and palms. Your long healed scars ache in irritation.
Jeremy is immediately there; he always is. You know that he would never, in a million years, leave your side.
Sometimes you wish he would.
Your body is undesirable. Ruined. A product of a father’s abhorrence disguised as love.
And Jeremy loves you despite.
He tells you that doesn’t matter. His fingertips brush against your desecrated skin, and you feel desired. Healed. A product of his unabashed love.