Chapter 5
CHRIS
She’s not yours to protect from her family. Remember that, I tell myself as I glance in Rosalyn’s direction as she slips off the patio and back into the ballroom, back at The Drake.
The taste of cigar smoke, regret and beer battled it out on my tongue as I watched her head back indoors, a switch carved into the line of her curved hips.
I still can’t get over how gorgeous she is now. Even over the past year, it’s become undeniable how sexy she’s become.
Her long slender legs glowed under the evening moonlight on that patio as she sashayed away in that little black skirt, her head held high.
It was a far cry from the sixteen-year-old I once knew who kept that same head in a book, and as much as I want to follow her I remind myself that I’m many things. But stupid isn’t
