He was dangerous.
He was deadly attractive.
He was damaged.
He possessed every quality a stereotypical bad boy was known to have.
I was warned.
But that didn't mean I couldn't get a little taste.
– this chapter is dedicated to chantelle (mixedoian on twitter) who has never failed to show this story love and for helping me have the motivation to keep this book going. love you endlessly and thank you for your constant enthusiasm, it really means so much <3
– she also helped me with the texts for a more realistic effect so THANK YOU
– this is my longest chapter EVER, enjoy xx
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Ethan
I spent time with this girl last night, and we got drunk to the point where now I can't even remember her name. Unfortunately, we also did some things. I can tell from the condom packet on the floor next to the kitchen counter.
I told myself I wouldn't have sex with anyone after Kendall Rose. But it's been so long. I miss the feeling of her pulling on my hair or digging her nails into my skin when I gave it to her where she needed it. Even if it was just once.
I've been trying to look for that feeling again. The one that made me forget. And maybe alcohol is my only solution. But that's the bitter way to access forgetfulness. She was the sweetness I needed.
When did you get so sappy? I ask myself.
I sigh and rub my eyes, which are killing me from the fatigue. I maybe got just two hours of sleep, and what woke me up was my pounding headache. I'm now sitting in the same place I sat when I met Kendall Rose.
When I go to send her the rose text, I find more texts there. I drunk-texted her?
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