There’s something in my bed. It’s softer than my books, but definitely harder than my pillow. It’s soft and warm…and moving?! I am never coming to Vegas ever again. *** I looked at him, he was staring at me with wide eyes. It took me a moment to realize he was looking at me, he was looking at my hand. “Oh, shit…” I breathed out, staring down at the tiny diamond centered on the golden band that surrounded my ring finger. I stormed over to him, and grabbed his left hand. I groaned when I saw the similar gold band on his ring finger. “Fuck.” He cursed _________________________________________________ PLEASE NOTE: This story does contain sexual content, abusive content, and strong language. If you can't handle that then please don't read this story, if you do decide to read on I hope you enjoy the story. ~Isabella
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