Fighting Dirty
por
Cheryl McIntyre
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I wake up to a warm body draped along my side. I smile as the foreign feeling of happiness radiates in my chest.Everything comes rushing back as Rockys scent fills my senses.Not Olivias.My happiness bursts like a broken dam. Not because Olivia isnt here. But because as I realized it was Rockys body against me, I still felt satisfied. Because I didnt feel the misery of Livies loss.Because all I can feel now is shame. My first instinct wasnt to miss Liv. It was to enjoy Rocky.Link and Rocky
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