Kyle’s POV
My hands ran tiredly through my hair for the umpteenth time that evening as I tried to make sense of the thoughts that plagued me non stop.
Thoughts of her.
Her infuriatingly addictive body. The spine chilling sounds she made while I was buried inside her. The curve of her ass when I f****d her from behind. The feel of her t**s in my palms while I kneaded them hungrily.
It was a given that I’d been obsessed with every inch of her as well as the thought of bedding an insanely hot and seemingly innocent girl like herself, but all of that was meant to have dissolved after we f****d.
For every other girl I’d ever been fixated on, the allure had easily died down after I finally got to f**k them.
But not with her.
She made me wonder about her well being, and. It just because
