'He almost forgot that I was his mate.' She muttered to Maria, the pieces of her heart that had begun fixing themselves shattered again. 'A trauma that bad isn't something I can ignore.'
She sat by the tub, the warmth of the water, seeping through the wall of the tub, keeping her from going cold.
She thought and thought till she dozed off, the warmth from the walls of the tub, guiding her.
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Troy sat at the edge of his bed in his dark room, his head in his palms, the last messages from his brothers wrecking his brain cells for instant replies and solutions.
As soon as he stormed out of her bathroom, he busted into his room , heading to one spot on the wall and plunged his fist into it, groaning as the wave of pain he searched for wasn't forth coming.
He carried on hitting it his fist against the wall continuously, groaning as he chased that familiar feeling of pain that was sure to shake his core, the way you'd chase an orgasm with your vibrator.
