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58 - The past knocking at the door

MORGANA FOSTER

I rolled over in bed, relieved when Ryan finally left the room. Dealing with his drunken declarations of love was the best I could do right now. I sighed heavily, burying my head in the pillow. It felt rude to admit that I wasn't completely shaken by all those beautiful words I hear when he's drunk.

Pressing the pillow against my face, I screamed in frustration. I removed the pillow and rested my head in my crossed hands. "Why do you always put me in these situations, Ryan?" My voice echoed through the silent room.

Better sleep now. I'll deal with this tomorrow, I thought, settling back into the soft covers, tossing and turning until I finally drifted off.

I had a disturbingly sexual dream about Elliot. I woke up feeling every square inch of my body trembling with pleasure. I put my right hand to my forehead, wiping away the sweat drops, and took a deep breath, letting out an involuntary laugh as I grounded my mind back to the start of my day.

I got out of bed and headed
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