Logan

Now that Alyssa's right here in front of me, I can't take my fucking eyes off of her.

God, she's beautiful.

The last time I saw her, she was only seven, standing by my hospital bed with tears streaking down her face. I was barely awake most days, but that guilt-ridden look she wore burned into my memory. Now, she's twenty-two, a year younger than me, and every bit the goddess I imagined she'd grow into.

Even if she's sitting on another man's lap.

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