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⊰ 22 ⊱ Broken Pieces: Part 2
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2024-05-11 01:00:24In Cade’s arms, I unconsciously shift my weight to him, trusting that he’ll keep me from falling. I draw my lip between my teeth, focusing on my breathing as he guides me back inside, kicking the door shut behind him. “Let’s sit you down.”
“I-I can’t…” I whimper, my voice breaking. “I can’t sit.”
He doesn’t hesitate, understanding flashing in his eyes as he nods, adjusting his hold on me. “Okay, let’s get you to bed then.”
Oh, God. This is so embarrassing…
Shame washes over me, and I want nothing more than to hide my face from him as he helps me to my bedroom, his arm firmly around my waist. When we reach the bedroom, he tries to lower me onto the bed, but the moment I try to bend at the hip, my back locks up, a cry of pain escaping my lips.
Instantly, Cade pulls me into his arms, holding me up as I cling to the front of his shirt, my ha
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