I admit it wasn’t easy, Gray.
Every time I heard your voice from the other side of the door I charged at my assigned bodyguard, wrestling her away from the entrance.
She would pin me down for a brief moment, soothing me with her lilac voice, brushing her fingers through my auburn hair, pulling me into a trance.
But I could hear you calling me a bitch again to all of your friends just outside the room drowning out her attempts to tell me you weren’t worth it.
Then I’d squeezed her waist between my thighs and throw her down beside me, knocking the wind from her lungs, giving zero fucks in that moment.
She would wrap her arms around my chest, rock me with a careful strength, and soothe me with her calming words again until I could see past the red.
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