Page 100 of Roar & Lizzy: A Forever Kind of Love

And, it pissed her off.

She stopped in front of him and slapped the paper with the proof of what he'd done on his chest. He frowned and caught her wrist. She shook off his touch.

"How dare you," she said on a whispered hiss.

"Lizzy." He crumbled the paper and tossed it to the floor. "Let me—"

"I don't want to hear it." She held up her hand. "You paid off my debt. Mine."

The lines deepened at the corners of his eyes. The room pressed in on her. She couldn't catch her breath.

Having supported herself since she turned twenty years old and been responsible for not only the expenses that came along in life, she also paid for her mother's funeral and burial. Somehow, she'd figured out how to survive month to month on the bare necessities. Through the hardships, she'd become a responsible adult. The last ten years were harder than she'd ever imagined, but she'd done it by herself.

"You. Are. Mine," he whispered. "Mine."

Roar. Her sweet Roar.

The tension in her body released her. She panted for breath, only seeing him. At a time when she wasn't looking for love, he'd entered her life and swooped her off her feet. He'd made her a priority. He'd taken care of her.

Her big, tough, stubborn, and sometimes stupid, Norwegian biker loved her. The forever kind of love.

She fell into his arms and bawled like a baby. He palmed her head while he held her up. The emotions coming out crippled her.

For the first time in her life, she was allowed to fall apart. She was allowed to let herself feel. She was allowed to let someone else take care of her.

And, he continued to hold her.

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