TAMARA.
That night, I dreamt I was being rammed heavily by Isaiah. I woke up sweaty, panting, with wetness clinging to my panties, and a heavy headache that made me let out a loud groan.
I wasn’t going to drink again, I swear
Beside me, I saw a bottle of water and a packet of Advil. I said a silent thank you in my heart to whoever did something so thoughtful. After quickly taking the hangover blessing wrapped in a tablet, I was able to function again.
I stood up from my bed and bypassed the mirror, my brows rising as I caught sight of what I was wearing.
“What on earth!” I whispered to myself.
I knew in my heart that Isaiah had dropped me off in Noel’s car last night. I knew, because the whole car ride, I couldn’t stop replaying the moment he carried me, the moment he called me “maly
