I left him there that morning, half asleep, half in shock of what we had done the night before.

He had kissed my neck as I turned and said to him, “No, I’m done with you.” I moved away, his hands caressing down my arm to entrap my hand.

“Don’t leave me this way,” he said with a heavy roughness in his voice. “All I need is you.”

I kissed him softly and bit his lower lip. “Goodbye, sweetcheeks.”

The beautiful David Beckham.

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