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DAHLIA
Our trip home was different. I was different. While I worried about Mr. Pringle and his plan to harm Garrison, I had to trust that he would tend to the problem. I no longer dreamed about moving to the city. I only wanted to be with Garrison, for where he was, I belonged. I realized I shouldn't have been searching, for I'd just been waiting for Garrison. I'd been adrift and lost until he'd married me. I loved that he was bossy and demanding. Once I relented my control to him, let him be the man I loved, I'd found a happiness I'd never known before. I wasn't even contrary with him, except when I wanted a spanking.
Garrison was more relaxed as well, perhaps relinquishing the fear that I would choose Cheyenne over him. With this, he actually became more imposing, more controlling…
