Rough Draft Twisted Ink
Ben prologue I reached across the bed and felt cold sheets. Bolting upright, I scanned the room. Her fucking girlie bedazzled sandals and that stupid flowy shirt were gone. ‘Fuck,’ I muttered and fell back into my pillow. I ran my hand down my face. Yesterday had been fucking amazing. Jen had taken me on a tour of my new home city. We’d done every touristy thing she knew of. We spent the day laughing and talking about straight up bullshit. I felt like we’d known each other forever. She...