“It will be the things you covet most that hurt you the most.”― Marty Rubin
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(August)
I drove towards my pack along the dark winding roads, the night skies littered with stars, my head filled with chaotic thoughts, and Mikayla Eors. She was like a shadow, persistently following me, haunting me. Thinking about her and her fingers on my erection made me want to push my head inside the freezing river of Zale and never come out.
It was always a struggle between common sense and something absolutely primal and physical when she was with me...
I shook my head, blinking away the memory of her soft skin on my body. It was the kind of memory I couldn't afford to have.
In the overwhelming darkness that followed my car, I could smell her everywhere around me, I could still see the broken
