Martin
It has been three and a half weeks, three and a half torturous weeks since I've spoken to Amelia. I've seen her around, but I try my best to avoid her. My hands itch to touch her, to run over her smooth skin, to caress her cheek whenever she gets embarrassed or when she's h*rny, to feel themselves inside her smooth silken walls.
"F*ck!" I curse loudly because thinking this way about Amelia will not solve anything. If anything, it makes me as hard as a rock. It will only make me want her more. If that was possible, that is.
Claire's son, Hunter, is now her new best friend. From the day that we were all at the park, they'd become inseparable. You never see one without seeing the other. I hate the fact that they're now attached by the hip.
I'm not usually a jealous man, but Amelia
