Curled up in bed later that night, I replayed my evening with Striker over and over in my mind. I was a delicious sort of sore across my entire body. Stretching lazily, I rolled over and stared at the wall.
My mind wandered as I laid there in the dark quiet. I didn't date often, and became physical with partners even less so. It seemed to all stem back to my first boyfriend in high school. He had coaxed me into sleeping with him with promises of always being together and his love for me, only to ghost me the day after. That was a hard lesson in the lies some will tell to get what they want.
Anxiety kicking into overdrive, I sat up. Surely, that wouldn't happen this time...would it? Striker was so different from the boy I had dated in high school.
He's got what he wanted...he's done with you now.
The ugly little voice in the back of my head sneered. I shook my head, trying to dislodge it. That wouldn't happen this time.
But what if it does?
Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes. I tried wiping them away, only for more to take their place. I laid back down, giving in to the overwhelming wave of anxiety washing over me. Hugging a pillow to my chest, I let myself sob myself to sleep.
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Big Cats and Cowboys | A Striker x Reader Series
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