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MEGAN
Hayes left at eight the next morning. It was the first night I didn’t kick him out of my bed and out of my house.
He stayed, and for the first time ever, I slept in a man’s arms. I breathed in his scent and was enveloped in his strength.
It had been hard to look him in the eye this morning because not only had I cried all over him, but he’d also s*****d my ass.
And I’d liked it.
I was game for all kinds of things when it came to s*x, but that s******g he’d delivered had been different. He’d been punishing me, not for breaking into a house and stealing something but because I’d done it alone. I’d kept it a secret and kept him out of it, out of my life.
I felt raw and exposed and confused. But also… whole.
As I poured my second cup of coffee and stared out my back window, I
