Love that hurts

Love that hurts

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sun, Jul 7, 2019
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Jessie is a girl who's had a rough past. She's dealing with a bunch of shit and doesn't want to keep getting hurt. So she keeps pushing back everyone who shows affection towards her. She's scared of what that will do to her. She's used to people leaving not staying. What will she do when William comes into her life and won't leave. He won't back down to her endless pushing. He loves her and isn't going to leave her like everyone else does. He's here to stay. Will Jessie finally stop pushing and let someone hold her? Stay with her? Lover her?
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