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It’s what those butterflies on my hip symbolize.Rebirth. And Troy is the one who set them free.
From the moment I locked eyes on him, I knew he was something special but I always thought that girls like me don’t end up with guys like Troy. I was wrong and the more time I spend with Troy, the more I realize how much we have in common. We love fiercely and we look out after each other.
He protects me and I protect him.
Which is why I refused to listen when I met Robbie at the beach today. He tried to do the same old thing, where he “warns” me about Troy, but I wanted none of it and walked away with my chin in the air. I know who the real villain is here and it’s not my man.
I’ve always been pretty decent at sizing people up and I know a good guy when I see one. There’s nothing anyone can say or do, that will make me think anything less than the best of Troy. He’s a part of me and I couldn’t reject him any more than I could reject myself.
A squeal crosses my lips, when I see Troy open up the gate and I drag a deep breath then slide my hands down my dress. I always make sure to be as clean and proper as possible when he comes home. Today I’m even wearing pure white, not off white, or pearl white but as white as snow.
I know it riles him up when I’m this immaculate, and I rub my thighs together, feeling my insides twist.
“Spidey, I’m home,” Troy calls, entering the front door but I’m already standing in the hallway with a hopeful expression on my face and he trails off. “Fuck,” he curses at the sight of me and he winces. “Why do you do this to me?”
“Me?” I say with an innocently raised brow. “I’m not doing anything.”
Scowling, he holds his hands up. “I can’t touch you when you’re this clean.”
“Oh, but you will do it anyway,” I breathe and I slide my dress up my thigh, “I don’t think you’ll be able to help yourself.”
He grinds his jaw. “Go up and change. I don’t want my filth all over you.”
“I do,” I gasp. “I want your filth all over me.”
“Dirty girl,” Troy groans, shaking his head in warning but his eyes fire lightning bolts and I throw myself at him, rubbing myself all over him until he lets out a miserable curse. “Look at you,” he rasps, touching me all over now because as always he can’t help it, “why do you make me do this to you?”
I’m soiled now. There are dark spots all over my pretty, white dress.
Yanking his mouth down to mine, I breathe, “Because I love you.”
The End
