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𝐃𝐨𝐰𝐧•𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥
𝐀 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫, 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲, 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬.
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𝐒𝐀𝐌 𝐏𝐎𝐕📍: 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄𝟔:𝟐𝟑𝐏𝐌 • 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐆𝐎, 𝐈𝐋

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𝐒𝐀𝐌 𝐏𝐎𝐕
📍: 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄
𝟔:𝟐𝟑𝐏𝐌 • 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐆𝐎, 𝐈𝐋

Laying down in the center of her bed, the female stared up at the ceiling, watching the blades that attached onto the fan twirl around in rotation again and again.

Her eyelashes fluttering the softest as the cooling wind from the fan traced down to her, she didn't mind at all since she was so in the depth of her thoughts.

And of course, Tay and their rough, physical encounter was honestly, obviously on her mind. The night before, if you asked Sa'maria was she in the wrong or not, she would've told you no. Yet, as she had some time to sleep on it, even though the slumber fed her discomfort since her bad ached like hell, she eventually came to the honest truth that she was wrong.

Everything raced through her poundful mind..If she was going to double back to the male, which nine times out of 10 she felt it in her core gut that Tay would forgive and they would be back cool—Would he give her an ultimatum to pick between him or Dayvon?

If so, the female could honestly admit that she wasn't ready for that. In all actuality, she found more interest in having relationships with him than having them with Dayvon.

She couldn't understand why..If her and Dayvon had so much chemistry, so many years of being around each other, how come she didn't fall for him more? It was honestly so mind tricking, confusing, annoying.

The top row of her pearly, straightened teeth slammed down into the bottom piece of her plump lip, releasing out an harsh sigh in return. Stepping out of her thoughts as she been in them for hours, the whole day you could say.

Rolling out of her bed, Sa'maria held onto her robe that loosened up through the extra moving as she rose from her rested position—The female took an scorching hot bath with epsom salt to release more pain, tension that her body fed. After that, she didn't even have the energy to place clothes on her body.

Exhaling a slighted wince as the central air hit her whole body as she freed herself from the comforter that covered her body. Rising up from the bedding, the female footed nearly across her bedroom, ambulating herself to her dresser.

Opening two drawers that displayed side by side to one another as they held her undergarments in neatly placement, Sam grabbed both an matching bra and panty set. Throwing the two pieces onto her bed, she then fished around more in her drawers, coming out with an wife beater with some grey leggings.

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