Susan brought those awful memories back.
To think that I was recovering was wrong.
I can still hear the anguish pain Debbie passed through before dying. I had to call Melinda when I got to my room, upon all the girlish touch, I still could not get over my Debbie.
I was in this club, sitting at the bar when a very beautiful girl walked in with a guy I assumed was her boyfriend. I instantly remembered where I met her, she was the same beauty I bought coffee for that afternoon.
Keeping my distance, I just watched from my side until the idiot boyfriend went on to flirt with a blonde and I noticed when the drunk tried to get his hands on her. I smelled trouble, the more reason I was following her.
Just grateful I had where to vent all that anger.
Parking in front of the hotel, I rushed to pick up Emily, I have never seen such a beautiful sleeper.
Not until the elevator opened and I stepped on the floor I reside in that I remembered maybe Melinda was still there.
I opened the door and met an empty hotel room, I released the breath I never knew I was holding. Stepping in, I took her to the bed, while I stood and admire her beauty.
I need to leave this room before I jump on that bed and hid within her beautiful body, play with her hair, run kisses all over her.
Not thinking again, I bent down to kiss her lips softly. The jolt of electricity I felt made me run for the door.