Chapter Eight
~Tony~
I see her three days straight before my lust and curiosity get the better of me. If I were to describe Kirsten’s mind-set, I’d say she was lonely—makes me wonder if her glorious relationship is turning out as well as she hoped it would. Considering my own natural desire for her, I’d have no problem presenting myself as a catalyst to their undoing. The schemes inside my daydreams are ruthless—kindly ruthless, though in the end, I win. Frankly, I don’t hold out any real hope of taking her from Fitzgerald. He has her mind so beaten into submission, I don’t think there’s much space for a free thought.
Seeing her again after class, the way her eyes glance toward me, the way she offers me a winsome smile and shakes her lustrous gold/brown curls, my crotch begins to itch a
