by Scott Wylder
Unable to sleep now because of these thoughts, she rolled to her back and stared up into the darkness and listened to Trigger’s even, deep breaths.
Would it be the worst thing in the world for her to fall in love with Trigger? Did it really matter why two people fell in love? Love was love. Right?
Madison thought so. And what’s that old song say about it? Love is all you need. Tossing and turning a few more times, Madison considered Trigger and whether she loved him or was just infatuated with him. Staring at him in the dim just before sunrise, she thought she was just infatuated with him. He was truly amazing at lovemaking. He was gorgeous and sexy. He liked art, and even did sculptures of his own, which boosted high on Maddy’s respect list.
But did she love him? Could she love him? Could she risk that he wouldn’t love her back?
In the moments just before sunrise, Madison Smith smiled at Trigger Daniels and decided to just be happy in the moment; to enjoy his company and his lovemaking while she had them.
Maddy was content, for now, to be Trigger happy.
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