She thinks about her first kiss. When she was thirteen. It was a half moon. They sat on a pier at the lake behind her house. He kissed her, then said she was the purest soul he'd ever met. They'd known each other since they were five and he'd met a lot of pure souls. She'd been the purest. Not anymore.
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RomanceFreya Grimaldi is twenty-one, pregnant, not knowing who the father of her child is or when she had sex. She is torn between ending things and letting herself love her child, an emotion her cold heart hasn't felt in years. Things take an even more tw...
