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Duke
April 6, 2010
The next morning dawned bright and early. I yawned, throwing my arm across my eyes to hide from the sun coming in from the window. I wasn’t ready to be alive today. My body ached in a way I’d never experienced. Every shift brought memories of his scratchy face against my chest and my legs shaking from exertion and the ache between my thighs. I’d have trouble walking for days, and I was looking forward to every memory.
I rolled over to say that much to Derek and found an empty bed. I blinked into the light, trying to clear my eyes. No Derek. That was weird.
I grabbed my phone off of the nightstand, having no recollection of how it had gotten there. There were no messages from Derek. I scrolled back a few days and the dozens of texts we’d sent back and forth. And y
