Tracey POV
This bed is hard; it's definitely not mine. Mine is soft, warm, and comfortable; this one's cold, I feel cold.
When I moved, a pain shot in my left shoulder. I groaned at the pain and opened my eyes.
Yep, not my room.
Doom was suddenly at my side, his eyes full of concern.
He's alive!
I was so sure that the man who stabbed Doom had killed him, I had to stop them; they would show no mercy. The memories of that awful fight came to mind. I could have lost this lovely man before getting to know him better and having some more really mind-blowing s*x.
That answered one question that had been gnawing in my head.
I want to be with Doom. I don't care if I have to share him with a man, but not a woman. Strange, you would think I wouldn't want to share at all, but if I had to, th
