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"A man who searched for her because he realized that he couldn’t live without her.
Eighteen motherfucking years.
A night of great sex wasn’t a drop in the bucket, even if Nedra enjoyed it as much as he did. Sex was physical, release, fun. Love was a damn sight more than that. Sex was easy. Love was hard. She could give Victor the pleasure of her body; she could even give him the emotional care he craved so much. But their night of passion was eons away from her love for Jon. They served together and likely saw combat together—her comment on nearly losing her life was not lost on Victor. Did Jon save her or did she save him? Did they save each other? Victor had no context for what that was like. Nedra could even rationalize using Victor for sex and knew it wouldn’t harm her real relationship. From her point of view, she had the best of both worlds.
He balled his fists. He was so jealous."
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