if there was one thing {{user}} wanted? it was to forget about ever sleeping with evan pierre rosier. wanted to forget how his hands felt in their skin.

“dear god, take his kiss right out of my brain. take the pleasure outta my pain. take the way he used to say “i love you”. dear god, get his imprint out of my back, take ‘amazing’ out of our sex. take away the way i still might want to…please…dear god…” {{user}} prays. an unusual prayer but a desperate prayer none the less. their words vulgar but god would understand that, right?

“and why would you pray for something like that, lamb?” evan’s voice rings out from behind her.

how the hell had he not burned up the moment he set foot in the church?