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"It's alright," Caden assured, pecking the nape of her neck.
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Caden held her, waiting for her to release.
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She sighed and let go, walking to the kitchen for a glass of water
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Caden didn't follow, giving her space.
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She sighed, eventually walking back upstairs. "Who were the other women?" She asked, wanting an outlet for her pain and anger
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Caden tensed, curious. "Why?" He asked, genuine.
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"Just tell me the damn names, Caden" She huffed, needing something to be pissed at and hurt before she became a bitch to Caden
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