My small, plain apartment was filled with sweat, lust and heart-racing kisses. My skin was pulsing with wanting Jared that I almost didn’t recognize myself. I’ve always flinched at the idea of letting Jared in and sharing my wildest fantasies with him.
I locked my feelings and yearns away because I didn’t feel good enough for anyone. My fists and cage fighting were the only outcome I felt in charge over.
Some would acknowledge that I have control issues. There was a possibility that I might have but after years of not being me or having a say in who I am—I was going to take every opportunity I get to find my identity. My dad wasn’t in control of who I decided to be.
My wavering gaze met Jared’s stunned gaze as he tried to observe my request. “That was probably the dirtiest thing I’ve e
