❃Freshlee Interracial imagines and Preferences❃

The Sequence

Baby sometimes I feel so naive
Thinking you would come back to me
Say I fucked up, I'd have to agree
But second chances I do believe in
Just give me one reason, we fight, make up then fuck
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It's been almost 4 years and Sam never though he would see her face again.

He never thought he would be in the same room with her after where they left off.

"Who is that?" He knew damn well who she was, he just wanted to make sure it wasn't the liquor that was making him see things.

"She's one of my friends I told you about, remember he name was Valeria or something along those lines"

Her named just rolled off the tongue.He even remember how her mother would say it, her mom was half Hispanic after all.

After her mother found out about what he did, a shoe was thrown at him and he had been sprayed with a hose.

He missed seeing that side of her, the feisty side that came out when he would tease her.

He took another swig of the drink in his cup and sighed. How did he get here? Late nights with his so called "girlfriend" who was probably sucking another guys dick on the low, hungover the next morning and just repeating.

Empty place in his heart where she used to fill. How did he get here? Stumbling over with his girlfriend's lips attached to his neck, another night of drunk sex.

He hated this. It was all so artificial 'just like your feelings for her'

He tried to block out the voice in head. It only continued to taunt him.

He wanted her back, he wanted to look in the mirror and see his old self. He didn't want these empty feelings to resurface again, he wanted to be able to hold her in his arms. He wanted a second chance...

HAPPY thanksgiving and I hope you guys are having a great day with some bomb ass food.

How much do you like it? This is just a sneak peek of my next book.