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PINK
SASHA
Dream On by blessthefall
I slip out of the bed and throw Cash’s t-shirt over my head, careful not to wake him. I bring the material to my nose and discover it smells like him. Heat creeps up my neck just thinking of last night. I have no underwear to slip on because he tore them off me; the lace lays shredded on the floor next to the bed.
This man has a way with my body, knowing exactly how to turn me to ashes. I told him to sign his name across my body and ruin me for all other men, and that’s exactly what he did.
How will I ever be able to give this up?
The sun has just come up, and light filters through the window as I walk into the small kitchen looking for a coffee maker. On the counter is a French press. It makes me smile because it’s nothing fancy; it’s simple,
