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I can’t even lie toaround her all the ti her scent, her touch, and her sweet fucking body

I’m in a six-by-nine concrete block with nofor twenty-three hours a day I don’t even have bars for a door It’s steel with a slot that they give h This is the one tiuy who required a lot of sleep—so I could at least sleep through the night But nope, I’m up for most of it

I was told once that when men find themselves in situations like me, they write novels in their heads Or work out s to keep themselves occupied to help pass the ti periods of time can start to hallucinate

Me? I’ my weekend at the cabin with Blake

“Smith!”

I sit up and watch the door open The guard that I know by the na from his fists “Shower time” He smirks at me

BLAKELY

I’M LYING IN bed, so I seem to do nonstop If I’ TV by ht at the house of Lords She invited et drunk alone in et all ht now

Ryat hasthe world It’s now been six days since he left And still no fucking contact whatsoever

But whatever, I tell myself I’m over it Eventually, I’ll start to believe it

I hear a sound co from the other side of my bedroom door and mute my TV “Sarah?” I call out

A quick look at ht yet There’s no way they are back Shrugging, I turn the sound back on when my door opens

I stare at a set of emerald eyes that I haven’t seen in almost a week Ryat stands there, dressed in the saot a cut above his eye, covered in dried blood A busted bottom lip and cracked knuckles

My eyes narrow on him when my heart starts to race I hate that I care how he looks The fact that he’s been in a fight hasto ask a le one of them