At this moment, in this room, Tommy knew he allowed the feelings he had for Mary to be nurtured and to grow. He still liked to believe that he had some control, but the truth was... the truth was that he had none.
Mary wasn't like anyone he's ever met in his life. She was true to him. She was honest. She loved him for who he was. She loved him despite who he was. He loved her. he needed her. Yes, he needed her. He loved her enough to want to protect her from the dangers of being with "a" Shelby.
He wanted to protect her from his own devouring ambition, to ensure that she wouldn't die because of him. He couldn't bear the weight of another loss. he couldn't bear the weight of another death. Yet, he couldn't stand the thought of having another man talk to her.
He couldn't stand the thought of having another man touch her, let alone fuck her. He couldn't bear the thought of losing her, but he was still unable to claim her. he couldn't, even on his bed, with her lovingly looking at him. he couldn't say the words, he couldn't make it true. Although it was too late now. He was already in love with Mary. Already head over heels for her. Already....losing control.
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