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Macy: "Wyatt, I—I've… don't say things you don't really mean. You can't f.u.c.k with my feelings anymore." I couldn't turn him loose even though I said what I said. My fingers tightened on his black tee. I inhaled the scent of the man he had become. It was intoxicating, dark… "Let me stitch you up," I grumbled from where my face was buried in his chest. "Fine." His lips dusted my hair with his reply. A small sentiment that sent chills through me. He released me, something I wasn't sure I was ready for. He stood before me, took his shirt off, and sat on the toilet. "I am all yours." He smiled, holding his arm out to me. I never thought I would hear those words come out of his mouth again. I hadn't heard them since we were children. I often regret not remembering the last time he to