Chapter 49 Intensity

Forrest's POV

"MAYBE IN our dreams, love." I wanted to hug her so tight and kissed her hard until my anger wore off, but she would not remember it tomorrow. It was useless to take advantage of a poor drunk woman. What I wanted to do was to spank her pretty arse. She may be drunk, but I could still see the pain, the sadness, and the hunger in her eyes, and I was sure she could see the same thing in me as well.

"Are you some kind of a hot white knight?" She slowly raised her hand, running her finger on my chin.

"If you think so, then I am." I missed you, woman. So bloody much that I can't see straight right now, but I still have my self under control, and my respect for you was still intact even though you're already in my arms. And it's insane how much I value my feelings for you.

She swallowed. "I know someone. He's kind of my hot white broody knight. After he saved me, he left me without saying goodbye." Her eyes watered, she blinked it off. "It hurts so much, you know."