TWENTYEIGHT-SCARLETT
KING Light cascaded through the feature window, casting a golden glow over our silk tangled bodies. My head lay on his bare chest, it was warm and firm and soft, not nearly as hard and empty as I had expected it to be. I could hear every rhythmic beat of his heart, proving that he did in fact possess one much to my surprise. We hadn't slept much that night, instead favouring eachother company. Over and over and over again. It was a good night, though now laying there next to him, I noticed just how much I hurt. Part of me doubted I would even be able to stand after last nights beating, let alone walk. "Good morning." North said, husky with the breath of the morning. "How did you sleep?" "Not much." I replied, distracted by the small circles his fingers were idly tracing into my nake
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