Dormi e non pensare a me

Dormi e non pensare a me

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E cosa ne facciamo di tutte quelle paure che ci portiamo dentro la notte? Tutte quelle delusioni e quei sogni che ci tengono svegli. In quel momento, sotto le coperte, ci sentiamo protetti da tutto, ma poi la mente porta a galla ogni nostro pensiero. Che sia brutto o bello, che ci faccia rattristare o che ci renda felici, che ci faccia commuovere o disperare, ci fa restare svegli. Tutte quelle delusioni, illusioni, i rimpianti, le frasi mai dette, i fatti mai conclusi, le promesse mai mantenute, i sorrisi dati alle persone sbagliate, le speranze, i sogni. Che poi forse è vero che la notte sognamo, ma a occhi aperti.
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"We share a fucking bed!" He follows me out of the bathroom, grabbing my wrist when I had turned my back to him. "What's fucking wrong with you now? You threw a bitch fit when you were at the hospital, and now when I compliment you, you're mad at me." "Maybe you shouldn't give compliments with the hope of getting me on your dick!" I snatch my wrist back, turning around to face him, but I smacked into his chest. He took that as an opportunity to grab both of my arms and hold them together behind me. "If I wasn't raised better, I'd spit on you." "And if I wasn't raised better, I'd kick your motherfucking teeth out," he gritted, shaking me when I struggled in his hold. "Would you stop!" He raised his voice, causing my insides to quiver, and my limbs stopped moving. "What is your problem?" "I'm not one of them," I spit angrily, "You can't make me look stupid before charming me. If you think you have to force yourself to compliment me in order for me to spread my legs, then you don't know me," I breathed harshly, my chest brushing against his body, and momentarily, his eyes flickered downward. "I'm offended. You think I'm trying to 'charm' you," he uses air quotations before slamming me against the wall right next to the bed, "When all I have to do is wink to get you to flood your underwear." "I'd like to see you try." I grind out, causing him to smirk at me. A different one this time. One that unsettled me. His lips curved up nicely, yes, but his eyes weren't sparkling with mischief. He didn't seem too happy with me calling him out the way I did. "Bet," he inhaled sharply before backing away from me, his smirk lifting higher, and it morphed into a beautiful smile. "See you at practice, bitch." Carson 'Storm' Speros and Raine Carter have a long way to go, battling through the abnormalities of their unique college and the tough time sharing a baseball team. Will Raine start to see the light in Carson and accept him? We'll see.

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