Zayden
I stepped on the gas; the faster I got home, the better. I had turned the mirror away from her or I might end up running into a tree.
Her white dress was lying on the passenger seat beside me, which only meant she was in nothing but her underwear. The thought of her half-naked made heat rise to my ears.
From the first day, I laid my eyes on her when she bumped into me, her red hair and freckles caught my attention.
I won't lie to myself, I'd been attracted to her since then, but I masked it every day with my usual cold and indifferent personality.
I don't do love, but I sure as hell want her in my bed. Her little snores filled the silence as I drove down the highway.
It took twenty minutes to finally arrive at my house and then I was faced with another problem - Getting her
