53 Déjà vu

✨Andi✨

Déjà vu.

I hate déjà vu.

Here I am again, staring straight at Yuri's gorgeous ass, draped over his shoulders. I don't want to fight him anymore, when this man puts his mind onto something, when he's mad about something, nothing can get in his way. It takes one control freak to know one.

He roughly tossed me on the passenger side of his Audi R8, I glared at him. My resolve was being overpowered by his minty scent laced with alcohol. The scent that I craved, the fragrance that my senses grew to recognize and love, the natural perfume of Yuri's skin. Just his scent made my stomach toss and turn.

His hands linger longer on my hips as he fastened my seatbelt, I fought the urge to kiss him senseless, to suck the life out of his kissable full lips until it's swollen.