Anastasia:
When I opened my eyes, he was gone and the only sign that he was ever there and that all that happened during the early hours of this morning was not just a figment of my own imagination were the relentless hickeys that covered every inch and crevice of my neck.
I spotted the first one on my left arm, like an angry bruise but somehow, this one has a more intimate feel to it, enough to make me want to huddle back in bed and squeal.
I felt much better, yes, but after the excitement wore out, reality slapped me in the face.
He was going to reject me very soon. What was I even thinking about letting him have s*x with me?
My thoughts were brought to an abrupt halt by the knock on the door, urging and loud.
" Wait a minute!" I yelled, jumping off the bed with the agility I did n
