Chapter 7: Sweet is true love that is given in vain, and sweet is death that takes away the pain. -Tennyson
Logan
It has been three days, four hours, and nineteen minutes since Bella turned my proposition down. In the past, when women turned me down, I’d move on to my next conquest, but for some reason, I can’t stop thinking about how sad she looked and about the goodbye kiss. The kiss and her words haunt me.
I also can’t stop worrying that the asshole doctor isn’t harassing her. I wanted to rip his arm off when I saw him touching her that night.
Not my damn problem. I think, but I know I’m fooling myself. Every time I close my eyes, I see Bella. I can’t stop thinking about how good she tasted. How tight she felt as I was sliding inside of her sheath.
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