Turning My Back on Love
After a while, I took several deep breaths to calm down.
I kept telling myself that the quicker I finished packing, the sooner I could leave.
That night, I was already asleep when cold fingers reached out to touch my waist. When I opened my eyes, George's eyes were staring right into mine.
He spoke in a low voice, sounding rather pitiful. "Mary, I can't sleep alone."
When I remained silent, he moved his head closer.
At that moment, his phone, which he had placed beside his pillow, lit up. The light coincidentally illuminated the love bite on his neck, making it appear glaringly obvious.
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