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CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT

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For the first time in her life, she wanted something more, something real, something physical, a man.
Today, at this very moment, a man didn’t signify fear, didn’t signify pain, didn’t signify all the horrible things she had known, been forced to be accustomed to and having to live her life that way because of what had happened to her.
For the first time, she didn’t cringe when a man touched her, she didn’t need to squeeze her eyes and then pretend, she didn’t pray in her heart that his lips shouldn’t touch hers or wish she can die from the touch to her skin.