Chapter Thirteen: the suggestion
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The second my eyes flutter open, so many questions flood my mind.
Did it actually happen?
Did it really? Did me and Gage just have s*x last night? Did he actually just f**k me senseless and come inside me? I am wondering so many things as I stare at the ceiling. Well, definitely. I know that the ceiling looks very familiar. The antique designs that resemble ancient drugs are definitely looking very familiar right now. Which means I am in the same hotel room.
It could also mean that I was having a dream. I try to really convince myself that it was a dream, even though I know deep down I did not want it to be a dream. Ever. I turn my head to the side and I am almost startled when I see his face. He is just staring at me, looking emotion
