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The huge bite mark she is going to wake up with on the back of her neck is probably going to piss her off, as well as the ones on her belly, the one on her inner thigh, and the two on her ass. Who knows where else I got carried away.
    I know it was childish, but she and anyone else that sees them will know that for at least one night I owned that beautiful body. That beautiful brown skin turned purple under my bites. God, the woman even has sexy feet.
    I make my plane exhausted, horny as hell from thoughts of last night and disgusted that I walked out without leaving my number. We didn’t use condoms. I really should have left my number. I want to see her again, that should have been reason enough. I blew it, I know I did.
    I went from wanting her when I first saw her to the need to have her and now I’ll never have her again. I’ve never discriminated when it comes to women. A beautiful woman is a beautiful woman. However, she didn’t want me and I have to accept that and let this go.
    I don’t feel like talking on the plane, but that doesn’t stop Troy. He is grinning like a fool, which tells me he had a good night. He nudges me and pulls my ear bud from my ear.
    “So you’ll be getting on that dry cleaning this week,” he chuckles. “Did I see the girl you ended up with last night? You were sitting with the ice queen the last time I looked in on you.”
    “You saw who I went home with,” I grumble. “I’m pretty sure you went home with her best friend.”
    “Wait, get the fuck… seriously. You went home with Stacey’s friend? That bad black chick?” He looks at me incredulously.
    “Wipe the shock off your face,” I gripe. “Wait, the blonde told you her name?”
    “Yeah, I wasn’t sticking my dick in her unless she did. Anyway, I don’t believe you. Prove it,” he accuses.
    I sigh and shake my head. A part of me doesn’t care if he believes me. I don’t need to prove it. Then there is the part of me that knows she didn’t want me because I am white, and that part of me wants to show that for a few hours my color didn’t matter to her. She had been picky in the first place but she let me inside her body, not any other man.
    I pull my phone from my pocket and opened up the picture I took when she fell asleep in my arms. You could see the side of her beautiful face while the other side was pressed against my chest. You could slightly see the top of her bare shoulder through her long hair above the sheet but that was it.
    I hadn’t taken the picture to prove anything. My brother had text me; I retrieved the phone to make sure it wasn’t an emergency. I had been admiring her lying across my chest for longer than I cared to admit before I decided to take the picture. I wanted something to remember her by.
    “I’ll be damn, you pretty motherfu –,” I cut him off when I grab my phone back. “I didn’t think you had a chance. I didn’t think anyone did to be honest.”
    “Me either, trust me,” I huff.
    “Well was it not good, cause you look like you just got told your dog was run over,” Troy asks and really looks concerned.
    I laugh humorlessly. “I didn’t get her name or her number. It was the best sex of my life and I just walked out. I should have woken her or left my number or something.”
    “Oh nah, one night and you pussy whipped. You did the right thing. We’ll take you out this weekend and find you a nice little snowflake to help you feel better,” he laughs.
    I frown at him and put my ear bud back in. If I would have listened to what my family taught me I would have the number to the girl that somehow stole my heart at first sight. Listening to Troy and ‘keep it simple’ has me heading to California empty handed and feeling stupid. Suddenly I realize how much I miss home. Last night was the closest feeling I have had to being home in a long time.
     
     
     
     

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 3
    It’s been seven whole weeks since I woke up in my bed all