Dane, the ruggedly handsome beast, was every girl's worst nightmare and best fantasy. Prisana's worst nightmare and best fantasy, nowhere to be found. She awoke to a lonely bed atop furry soft sheets covering her naked body and ran over to peer out at the window.
His monster truck, was gone. She took a deep shattering breath. He finally went and left. Gone even before the sun could kiss the sky. The early morning rays washed away pathetic notions. She knew it was going to happen sooner or later but it hurt that he left without a proper goodbye after what they shared last night.
Dane didn't owe her anything. She asked for it. She asked to be broken and ruined. He was right. He won the game. He tainted her with unforgettable memories. No, Prisana wasn't in love with him but she also loved the idea of Dane, a stranger who she could eventually come to surrender all of herself. Body and heart.
