{°Highest rank: #4 in Goodgirlbadboy, #14 in yaromance°}
Catalina Rose grew up in a one horse we town, same people, same rumors. Her been a constant of expected happenings. Until Dravon Century takes a liking in her. Growing up in a small town wher...
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Samaria (Sammy)
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Sin Rivers Sammy's POV I trail my hand down his back, my eyes locked with his. Sweat beads on my forehead and his chest as we try to correct our breathing. We didn't have sex, but we have damn good foreplay. "Still on your mind?" He asks, rolling off of me and pulling me to his chest. "Sorry," I say. He bites down in his lip. "I wish I didn't know." He kisses my forehead. "They should have told you sooner," he says. I nod in agreement. "I know you didn't know them, but they're still your parents. Your allowed to grieve." My has clenches and I stand up, the sheet covering me. "She didn't have to kill herself. She could have stayed for me. I was just a baby; I needed my mom. Now find out that my mom is actually my aunt. GOD DAMNIT!" Sin wraps his arms around me from behind. My tears spill. "She didn't have to-" "Think about it. They were married and he died. She lived him and didn't want to go on with out him. It sounds selfish, but I would do the same for my wife." I turn around so I'm looking into his blue/grey eyes. "I know, I would too if it were you, but still. She could have left a note for me explaining. She showed me pictures of them. I look like them. Remember how I said you came to me when I needed it? Like an angel?" He chuckles. "Yes, I remember. I was washing blood off my knuckles and you came in bathroom wearing my shirt, that looked like a dress on you. There were tears in your eyes and I knew you were in pain still." I run my hand down his stubbled jaw. "Maybe I wasn't wrong." I'm not the most religious, but I've been raised to believe certain things. He smirks. "I don't think your father would have sent someone like me for you. Your an angel." "Well," I say, pushing him back onto the bed, the sheet leaving my body. I can feel his harden under me. My and trails up his muscular body. "Your and angels sin."
