"At this point, I'll be grateful for your pieces."
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Jessica Franklin is at her wit ends, literally. With two sisters depending on her and a mountain of debts on her neck, she needs a way out before she breaks down...
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Playlist. Paris by Chainsmokers I like Me Better by Lauv Starving by Hailee Steinfel ft. Zedd Cut to the Feeling by Carly Rae Jepse. Enjoy reading!
Morning sunlight streams through the curtains into the room, landing on my face, gently rousing me from my sleep. I stretch and yawn, feeling the remnants of last night's activities still lingering on my body. I turn my head to the side, and my breath hitches as I take in the sight of Jessica lying beside me, my gaze blurry. Rubbing my eyes to clear away sleep, I move away from her, picking up my spare glasses that I had stored away in the bedside drawer and putting them on. My gaze clears, and I return to Jessica, who is still asleep, her chest rising and falling rhythmically, her lips slightly parted in peaceful repose. The gentle hues of sunrise paint her skin with a soft glow, and I'm struck by how beautiful she looks even in the early morning light.
Her brown hair is spread like clouds on the pillows, tendrils sticking to her face. My gaze wanders to my hands around her waist, pressing her close to me, her body warm and glowing under the sunlight. Staring dazedly at her sleeping form, a soft smile on my lips as I kiss her cheeks. Her eyelids flutter, but she doesn't stir, taking a deep breath and settling into sleep once more. Brushing the hair away from her face, my fingertips brush her cheeks, and I note just how long her lashes are, her cupid lips, and the red patches on her skin. The soft parts of her body that I had spent a great deal of last night kissing.
Unbiddenly, I remember the details of last night, and my body warms at the memory. How her body felt pressed against mine, how her soft sighs turned into passionate moans, how she clung to me as pleasure coursed through her. How intense our lovemaking had been. I didn't know one could feel that rush of emotions before, and I was unable to control myself with her. The memory sends a shiver of excitement down my spine, and I quickly banish it from my mind. Now is not the time to dwell on such thoughts.
As I continue to watch Jessica sleep, a smile tugs at my lips. I carefully prop myself up on one elbow, allowing myself the pleasure of simply looking at her. Her features are relaxed, her expression one of serenity, and my heart swells with love for her. I reach out to brush a strand of hair away from her face once more, my fingers lingering against her skin. The urge to touch her is undeniable, to feel the warmth of her against my fingertips.
Kissing her temples, I slip out of bed, my bare feet landing on the cool floor. I wrap a sheet around my waist as I set out to find the glass I had thrown away the night before. It takes a while, but I find it, and thankfully, it's not broken. Picking up the discarded clothing on the floor, I place them on the couch before stepping into the bathroom, ready to have a shower.
I flinch when the hot water makes contact with my back, the entire place stinging. There, on my skin, are the marks of our passionate night. Scratches, bite marks, all red and evident. I smirk at my reflection. These are scars I wouldn't mind carrying, a reminder of a night that changes everything. I continue showering, the water refreshingly warm as it cascades over my skin, steam enveloping me. Once I'm done, I step out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around my waist and notice that Jessica is still asleep. A grin breaks on my face. Last night must have tired her out. Left with nothing to do, I decide to get breakfast, some painkillers, and a hot cup of coffee to go with that.
