Ethan
"You see me, the real me," Quinn said, a bit of awe in her voice.
I nod because I do see her. She's petite but vuluptous. Her hips are thick, and her breasts are large. Her nip8ples strained against the fabric of her dress. She's dressed modestly, but that is almost hotter than the skimpiest négligée. Because no one can see her this way, she's for my eyes only. I know she went through a lot. She has a fuc8ked up view of this life in her mind and thought she had to take some licks with it. I can show her a different way. I will show her that it can be truly good with the right person. With me.
But she's wrong about one thing. My control is not made of iron. It's made of the air around us. It's paper thin right now, that's how flimsy my control is. I close my eyes and take a breath.
