Hazel
What in the name of all that is holy just happened? This man, this god like creation of a man just make me a shaking mess in under five seconds. How in the hell am I going to forget that? Easy, I can’t because now all my v****a can think about is him. His hands, his voice, his touch. That’s it, I’m going to hell and I don’t even think at this point I would apologize. I would just take the sentence of damnation and keep on walking through the hells of gate because clearly that is where I belong.
I get out of the shower, and I see that there is a pair of boxers and a t-shirt folded on the sink. As I get a town a dry myself off, I pick up the shirt and smell it. It smells just like him. I want this man but if I would seem like a Grade A stalker for wanting him after hours of knowing h
