Rose
A lot happened in the last couple of weeks.
The relationship between the guys had gotten better after I forced them all to talk and work things out.
Dax and Tori had moved out so Cris took their room.
Genevieve had gone into labour and had a beautiful baby boy called Roman.
I managed to stay off alcohol and drugs which was a secret success.
We were so much closer to finding Blaze's parents.
I kept having vivid dreams about Cristiano.
I didn't know why they started and where they were coming from but I would wake up either in the middle of the night or early in the morning wet between my legs, breathless and craving him badly.
It was the same one morning.
I woke up practically panting, wiping the sweat off my forehead. I groaned softly, burying my head in my hands and sighing as I tried not to think about my amazing dream about a man I was supposed to be angry at.
I closed my legs, squeezing my thighs together and ran my hand through my damp hair, a small yawn leaving my mouth.
Damn.
I want him.
No, Rose
See, temptation is a bad, bad thing and it will only get you into more drama trouble
But I'm so horny
I'm a slut of course he wouldn't want me
He can't know what happened
He can't
I groaned again, looking over to the side of my bed to see that Blaze wasn't there.
Poor kid, probably went to get some breakfast
Yawning, I slipped out of bed and walked into the bathroom.
After I brushed my teeth and used the toilet, I turned on the shower and let it run as I stripped out of my clothes.
Then I looked into the mirror, naked.
Biting down hard on my bottom lip, I nervously looked at myself, my eyebrows creasing at the sight of my body.
It was. . .getting better but I still had a long way to go.
I exhaled, staring at the wounds and bruises covering my skin. I turned a little, trying to get a better look at my back and almost bursted into tears at the sight of it. Although the crisscrossing scars hadn't completely disappeared, I was glad to see that they were no long harsh lines, red and sore but faint bruises that were beginning to heal.
I fully faced the mirror once more and looked at my neck, examining the scars.
Okay. . .not too bad
Then my eyes went to my breasts.
No bruises there anymore
I hesitated before looking down and turning my leg a little, staring at my inner thigh, the stab wound.
Okay, still hurts
I looked at my side, and the scraps there were healing finely.
"Fucking hell," I whispered, gazing at myself in the mirror in disbelief. I sighed, my hands rubbing my eyes before I stared back into the mirror. "Ugly Rose."
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Cristiano's Craving
RomanceCovers by: @mayamarip0sa (Thank You!) @A_A_N_GEL (Thank You!) Kindhearted and compassionate, Rosalia Amabella, preferably Rose, was just a curvy woman that was blessed with captivating, beautiful looks and the ability to tremendously bake and cook...