BEG FOR IT

BEG FOR IT

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"You said you love me? Then beg for it. Beg for my love. Show me-prove it again and again until I say yes." Beatrix is a girl of few words, someone who keeps her emotions locked away, unwilling to let anyone close. After experiencing deep trust issues, she swore never to fall in love, believing that distance is the only way to protect her heart. But life has other plans. When she meets a boy in college-talkative, persistent, and endlessly curious about the walls she's built-her carefully guarded world begins to crack. He falls for her, drawn to the mystery of her hidden emotions. But even when he confesses his love, Beatrix refuses to let him in. Will she ever open her heart? Or will he have to prove his love over and over again, begging for a chance until she finally says yes?.....
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"If things were different..." Jeff's voice trails off. Ivy finishes it for him: "We would've been something, right?" He fell for her when she was still learning how to let people close. She fell for him when he'd already learned how to stay safe behind silence. They walk the same campus, smile the same polite smiles, and avoid the same memories they both keep replaying at night. Jeff doesn't blame her for falling late - he thinks she deserves a love without hesitation. Ivy keeps drifting toward him anyway - a little too curious, a little too attached to the version of him she once imagined. Some stories don't arrive loudly. Some slip in quietly, in the hesitation before a confession, in the space between two hearts that almost touched. A tender, aching slow-burn about timing, courage, and the love that waits in the quiet.

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