Ashleigh

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I sat on the edge of the bed the next morning, actually just five hours later. I needed to go. I needed to go to my home, start my day. I needed to head to the stadium. I needed to get ready. We had a game tonight, but as hard as I tried, I couldn’t leave. My ass wouldn’t leave that fucking bed and I couldn’t stop watching her. She needed sleep. Not me. I was fucking wired. This asshole, some asshole, hurt my girl. Because that’s what she was. Mine.
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