I can’t stay standing here, so I have to give my pride a night off and walk after Barraza.
Through our drive he is doing something on his computer again and I can’t help but stare at him. His dark hair messy but it suits him. The always present stubble that makes his chiseled jawline prominent and adds darkness to his looks is calling for me to caress it. His grey eyes that never give anything away are focused and serious. And of course, his tailored suits that make women drool after him cause we can all guess what is underneath.
I really should stop staring at him. This is not going to end well. Or it might end toe curvingly well.
What if I think about myself tonight and forget about everything and everyone for just a little while? What if I let him help me forget? It’s just s*x.
