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  He said I taught him how to dream. Maybe he taught me, too. When fate brings the strongest man I know to his knees, dreams aren&quot;t enough to save us. But Timothy and I have one last chance, and the power to decide how this ends. A tragedy for the ages. Or the perfect ending to the most beautiful song ever written... Ours. ///////////////////////////////////////////// I&quot;ve never watched a ballet with blood before. But that&quot;s what this is. The two EMTs move around Timothy in a dance they&quot;ve rehearsed, one I&quot;ve never seen and have no part in. He&quot;s strapped to a stretcher and lifted into the back of an ambulance. One of the techs, a woman, asks me questions about what happened. I try to answer, but I can&quot;t take my eyes from Timothy&mdash;not when they put a mask over his face that hides his shallow breathing or when the lights inside the vehicle make his p

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  <div id="quillEditor" class="episode-content ql-editor">Sex can&quot;t change a person. I get that intellectually. But as I lie next to Timothy in the hotel bed, I want to argue with that statement. A smile tugs across my face, and it&quot;s reflected in Timothy&quot;s expression as he shifts over me. &quot;Hi,&quot; he murmurs. &quot;Hi.&quot; His body&quot;s beautiful, strong, and muscled. As I trace the lines of his bare shoulders, his pec, his bicep, the ink has me staring again. &quot;Your food get lost on the way?&quot; he asks. I glance past him at the door, thinking for the first time in a long time about my meal. &quot;Maybe they heard the noises and turned back.&quot; Timothy presses his smiling mouth to my shoulder, and I grin too. My fingers dig into his arms, holding him still as my attention drags back to the ink on his chest

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  <div id="quillEditor" class="episode-content ql-editor">&quot;You look good,&quot; a familiar voice comments from the doorway as I step into my high heels. I look up to see my roommate. &quot;Thanks, Rica.&quot; I glance between her and the fish on my desk. &quot;I appreciate you looking out for Heath while I was gone. You didn&quot;t have to clean his bowl, too.&quot; &quot;I didn&quot;t.&quot; I rise from the bed, smoothing down the silver dress that ends halfway down my thighs. I fold my arms across my chest. &quot;Yeah, you did. But it&quot;s cool. You don&quot;t have to admit it.&quot; She rolls her eyes, and I continue. &quot;DJ Payne&quot;s playing in Brooklyn this weekend. I saw him on your playlist. Andie and I want to go, and we want you to come.&quot; &quot;I&quot;ll see what I can do.&quot; Her mouth purses. &quot;Where are you going in the &lsquo;fuck me&quot; dress?&quot; I grin. &quot;Timothy&quot;s taking me out.&quot; Ri

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