DARE-TO-LOVE-TRUTH-AND-DARE-DUET-COLLECTION-by-Lylah-James-pdfarchive

THE SCENT of a heavy cheap perfume touched my nostrils,
and I almost gagged at how strong the smell was.
My head hurt.
My body ached.
What the–?
My eyes split open, and I stared at the ceiling of… not
my room.
Ah fuck. Why couldn’t I remember anything? There was
an empty hole in my memories, and all I remembered was…
The pounding headache had me wincing as I rolled over
to my side as my stomach twisted with nausea. The bed
shifted with another weight and a low moan came from the
person beside me.
I let my head drop to my pillow and closed my eyes as
the memories came flooding back.
The storage. A reminder of my fucked-up past,
carelessly thrown into a living nightmare. Lila. Fucking
hell, Lila. She was with me. She held me.
She goddamn held me in her arms and rocked me like I
was a child.
Lila… sang to me.
A lullaby.
The same one my mother used to sing to me. She had a
habit of coming into my room to put me to sleep. She'd sing
to me and kiss me on the forehead before turning off the
lights and closing the door behind her.
Good night, Sweetheart. Sweet dreams.
Good night, Mommy.
That was all...before.
Before things changed, and I became a stranger to my
own parents.
And Lila…
Shit! I remembered walking away from her, threatening
her.
A pained groan escaped me when I realized what a
shithead I was. Lila was the one good thing in that moment,