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The Morning After (France)-it! No no no, this was not happening this was not happening. The boy laying next to you was none other than the flirtatious, panty stealing, heartbreaking Francis Bonnefoy. The Francis Bonnefoy who had, judging by the sourness, taken your v-card just hours ago.
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here was the biggest frucking player, part of the dang BTT, in bed with you.
You thought you might be sick. You’d denied yourself anything past second base your whole life, planning to wait until marriage, or at least for your special someone. And
He shifted, murmuring something, then wrapped his arms around you. You made a face, trying to subtly wiggle away. The fact that he was half on top of you (how much did this guy weigh? 500 pounds?) and your hungover state was not helping.
You needed to get out of here, now! This was the same Francis who had bullied you all through high school, tormented you mercilessly at country meetings, and would not shut up about how sexy he was. And now you were in his bed. How had this even
The Waiting GameThe purple dress shirt was torn, shredded from the fray it had endured. The collar was stained a deeper cerise from the gaping wounds at his face and neck, spouting blood like a fountain spouts water. His body lay limply on the stretcher as he was wheeled through the endless rush of the white, sterile halls of the hospital.
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He followed his inert friend, concern tattooing his brow, and heart pounding out a frantic tribal beat that could be heard the world over. Someone, maybe the D.I, pulled on his sleeve, trying to get him to retreat, trying to get him out of the way of the running nurses and doctors who shouted orders for drugs and procedures in some strange, clandestine tongue.
He could be treating him...after all, he was a doctor, and a damn good one at that. He had seen wounds far worse then this, far more bloody and bruised.
...but the tears that pooled up on the bottom of the raw sienna eyes was enough to convince him that he wasn't the man for the job. Not this time.
He stood, p