The first time it happened was when he confessed to her. A naive little girl she was, she believed it was love . . . Nothing but sweet romance. It was the first time he had hit her. A mere slap to her cheek but it slap was still a slap. It was painful but a sense of pleasure lingered. That was when he knew she was his.

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Just three words, three words that could change their lives forever. 


It happened that night, when he told her she was important to him and that he'd want to be there for here like no one had. He told her that, maybe, maybe he was in love with her. 


She was surprised, terrified and happy. 


He didn't want to scare her, and he knew that she wasn't ready. But he was ready to wait for her. 


Even though there had been together for the last month, not like boyfriend and girlfriend but as a friend. Someone who she needed, someone who would listen, someone who gave her what she needed and someone who held her. 


He loved her. There was no maybe to it. Or what ifs. Or probably. He was certain. 


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