Chapter 16
NANCY
Andrew Fletcher is a liar.
He’s proved that once before, and he’s proving it again.
He’s running. Running like he always has.
But this time, he’s running from me.
I pull back, my gaze still on his, and I make a decision.
I don’t care about this no emotions bullshit.
I’m doing this for me. I’m doing this for us.
I’m doing this for myself.
I want him to know how I feel about him. To know that I desire him. To know that I want him in my life.
I want him to know how badly I want to enjoy this weekend with him.
To enjoy him.
To enjoy everything he has to offer.
Because I’ve done enough running.
Too much running.
Enough.
I’m done.
I reach my hand out and take his c**k in my hand. I slowly stroke him, watching his eyes flutter shut, his lips parting as he moans.
