Del
I am still shaking. It’s late at night and I have kicked the covers away from my body, but I am still too hot all over. The cool air that surrounds me doesn’t help my case at all. Not when Dzhan’s words as he left this afternoon still haunt me, not when the ghost of his touch just refuses to leave me alone.
My heart starts beating faster again just thinking about it all. I am his first? He hasn’t touched another woman? No one but me? Why is it making everything in me heat up and melt at the same time, the ghost of his touch calling to something primal and possessive lodged deep into my soul?
Why the hell do I even care? It’s his choice and in this day and age it doesn’t even matter that much. Yet somehow it means everything and deep down I don’t give a damn how dangerous this obsess
