Christian shouldn’t have kissed me. It didn’t matter that I asked him to because I was only fourteen, because my parents were dead, because I was dying of heart disease, and because I was in his care. My heart monitors rang my heartbeats per minute and the nurses were running to see if I was okay. He made my heart beat like that. He said he was wrong as he dropped me on the bed.
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