7
Annie
His presence had worn on me, reminding me too much of good times, laughter, and innocent happiness. That lopsided smirk, those piercing eyes, had softened me to the point I lost the bitchy tone and wanted to reminisce.
I acted unaffected by his closeness, though. Feigned indifference to mine and his obvious discomfort beside me on the stoop. He’d shifted enough I knew how I affected his body, same as he did mine. And when he stood? Holy hell, the length on that man did more than funny things to my belly.
My p***y spasmed as I laid in bed, staring at the loft logs overhead the bed I’d made my own. Heat flushed through me, and I grumbled, tossing the blanket off my overly warm body.
His fault.
Goddamnit, my face hurt from scowling.
He slept outside beneath the stars, beside th
