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Third pov

Flashback

They pull away from each other, breathing heavily and noisily, but that doesn’t decrease the need they both feel, and they wanted to satisfy.

Rory’s hands stroked Ginger’s cheek before letting his fingers drop to her bare shoulder and she giggled, moving her legs which are wrapped in the bedsheets so they could wrap around Rory’s solid form and biting down on her red plump lips, Rory wasn’t sure if he’d said it before but he could not help saying it again.

“I love you, Ginger.” His eyes met hers and he saw no emotions. “You don’t have to tell me you love me or...