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After a week of living with Stanton, Sammi was beginning to unravel. They woke up every morning, legs entwined, rubbing up on each other. The only solution was to sleep separately, but neither of them were willing to even bring it up. She certainly wasn’t going to do it. Every evening, she waited impatiently to get ready for sleep. Each took their respective sides of the bed, knowing that they’d migrate toward each other at some point in the night.
Kingdom had told her that the attacker had been taken care of and that she had nothing to worry about, but she was suffering. She jumped at the slightest sounds. Constantly looked over her shoulder. She could still feel the bastard’s fingers wrapped around her windpipe, squeezing as she tore at his hands and face to dislodge him. No way was
