Borrowed Embrace (Ruptured Series #3)
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  • Parts 7
Complete, First published Nov 15, 2015
Mature
(WARNING: Mature Contents. Please read at your own risk.)
    
    According to a great story my friend ever wrote, 
    "...never be so in love with something to the point that you are willing to sell your soul just to be with it." 
    
    That 'thing' is a suicide.
    
    What are the things we consider as part of the suicide? These are... perfect lips, perfect jaws, toned muscles, well-built body, tall, and good looking, smart and wealthy. 
    
    Yes, they are 'the things' that happened to become extremely tempting. 
    
    They warned me about that...
    ...but what they forgot to warn me about is to be careful with perfect words. They never warned me about how perfect words could lead to sex. They never warned me about sex that makes action a little scary.
    
    They never warned me about Him.
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