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"He was shirtless and dripping wet, staring into my soul. I shuttered. It was just admiration, that's all. For some reason I was in swim trunks and a T-shirt. Elias was grinning, but instead of hazel eyes he had a deep sea blue, and he leaned in and kissed me deeply. It was one of the best feelings I had ever experienced. I wanted it to last forever."

❝ 𝐈'𝐋𝐋 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐃𝐎𝐆 𝘈𝘛 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘚𝘏𝘙𝘐𝘕𝘌 𝘖𝘍 𝘠𝘖𝘜𝘙 𝘓𝘐𝘌𝘚 ❞ Micah Saint-Darlene was a victim devote to the faith that starved him. ❝ Hear my prayer, Lord, listen to my cry for help; do not be deaf to my weeping. I dwell with you as a foreigner, a stranger, as all my ancestors were. ❞ divine-violence/03.23.24