Not a Word
© lokepub
Prologue
“You can’t ever tell anyone about this. They wouldn’t understand. It’s very complicated.”
“Okay.”
“And if you ever did tell anyone . . . and this might be the worst thing of all . . . you know what would happen?”
“No.”
“I wouldn’t love you anymore. You wouldn’t want that, would you?”
“No.”
“Okay, then. Now give us a kiss.”
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