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MARINA
I shouldn’t have come to this same motel. Being here reminded me way too much of Colton. At least I’d been given a different room. After standing in the shower for forty-five minutes, hoping the hot spray of water would eventually wash away the weekend, I crawled into bed for another cry.
I’d replayed every single word we’d said to each other. Every move he made.
Dammit.
Why’d he have to be so damn perfect for me? Why did he have to be the one guy who really got under my skin? Our s****l attraction was off the charts, but it was even more than that. It was everything about him--his dominant, protective way. How he’d lifted me off that signpost in the rain and laid out my wet clothes to dry. And everything in between. He’d been so trustworthy. Attentive. Protective.
Yet the
