Wait, what?!

I woke up to the soft rhythmic sound of her breathimg beside me. The morning light seeped through the curtains, casting a golden hue over Jessie's bare skin. For a moment, everything seemed still, peaceful.

The chaos of last night felt like a distant memory, but as my eyes traced the marks on her body- red and bruised from where my hands gripped her. A sheepish crossed my face.

She stirred slightly, her face relaxed in sleep.

I watched her for a while, trying to piece together my own emotions. This girl had no idea she was this close to breaking me.

Sliding out of bed, I pulled on my boxers and ran a hand through my hair, glancing back at her.

I grabbed my shirt on the floor and made my way to the bathroom, spladhimg cold water on my body.

My reflection stared back at me, dark circles under my eyes. We barely had any sleep last night.

The question lingered in my mind. Did I get lucky? Or was this just a dream?

Jessie was a good girl from the first night we fucked five years ago.