Rings. I hated them. Marriage was something I craved at a young age. Mother crushed that along with any hope of being desired. It was hard to shake the past even if I moved forward. She won. It was kind of sad. Sabastian could never understand the pain at the sight of any ring. All those bad memories lingered in my head.
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I used the duvet to hide my insecurities. Kyleon never noticed. It made me desperate.
"Kyleon?"
He pulled up his pants and glanced at me over his shoulder. "Yeah?"
