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GREYSON
We crashed.
Hard.
Even n***d and in a tangle of limbs, not a single one of us turned frisky.
I woke wrapped around Lily’s backside, and she clung to Blaine who’d burrowed his face in her hair.
Quietness lay over my bedroom, but my mind refused further rest.
Sarah looked a hell of a lot worse than I’d expected. I couldn’t believe the doctors back east had allowed her to leave less than twelve hours after arriving in the emergency room, beaten half to death and miscarrying.
But she’d insisted and had been stable enough for the doctors to allow her freedom.
She had assured us right before heading to bed that the loss of the fetus hadn’t caused any internal harm, bluntly telling us she was thankful her body had aborted that monster’s spawn and that the leftover bleeding fro
