Shay
D*mn I was sore. A year with no s*x and then getting the pounding I needed the night before gave this girl soreness in places that haven’t been sore in a long time.
I stretched and rolled over to grab my phone off of the side table. I was surprised by all the notifications I had. I had texts from Isha, James, Ava and Savvy. I even had some from Dawson. I sighed. I’ve forgotten what it’s like to have people that actually care for you.
A year ago, I was alone, healing from being betrayed and admittedly still healing. I went from having one very good work friend to the handful I have now and reconnecting with my kind of brother and his merry men. Not to mention their lovely wife, who I adore. She’s the sister of another mister I’ve always wanted. I value her close friendship
