Phillip Graves
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Graves wasn’t a man to beg, it hurt his southern pride more than anything to let his morals go like that. Yet, you were starting to make him desperate.
“Come on, ya can look at me…” he begged softly, his breath hot on your neck as he stood behind you.
You had refused to even look at him for the whole day, not touch, not speak. Silent treatment. He was going insane.
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