CHAPTER 5
LACHLAN
I can't exactly describe what the hell is going through that big head of mine when I haul Sabrina away and kiss her like there's no tomorrow.
But I can tell you what's going through my little one.
The last time I saw Sabrina Fletcher six months ago—drunk and beautiful at her brother's party, it took every ounce of willpower to pry my hands from her eager body.
I was on fire. Every inch of me. I'd had to walk home to cool the heat that had worked its way into my skin.
It was a heat that'd been developing for seven years because she'd had no idea—no earthly clue how I'd been lusting after her since my first year at Oxford.
And I couldn't exactly tell her that.
I'd done a pretty good job of staying away—of making sure we were just friends.
We'd come close a few time
