CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

- KILLIAN -

How could she meet me while dressed that way? I let my mind wander back to when I saw her. In her cute sweater and baggy pink shorts which stopped just a bit below her ass.

She wasn't provocatively dressed, but just seeing her thighs made me crave things I shouldn't. It made me want to have her. Worship her feet and that body.

Like I did once.

I took a sip from my tumbler. It's half filled with whiskey. A smile formed on my face as I scoffed, still holding my tumbler in the air. It'll take more than one sip to get her out of my mind.

My eyelids came clashing down and I exhaled. Even with my eyes closed, she's all I see in my head. All I can think about.

It's crazy how I've fucked a lot of women but never felt this way before. It would be bullshit to say 'because they're not her' because I've had a lot of good sex, but with her, it was different. I found myself questioning a lot of things, my morality included. I found myself wanting to be gentle.