His mouth is full. His jaw sharp.
His dirty blond hair frames his gorgeous face. I see he has musical notes tattooed on the left side of his neck. His shoulders are broad, and I guess underneath that hospital gown is a body carved of granite. I suddenly want to see it more than I need air to breathe.
But all fantasies are shattered when Noah grins, revealing his large teeth which has him on par with a rat. Goose bumps spread from head to toe.
“Can’t stay away? Don’t worry your pretty face, I’ll be seeing you real soon.”
A feral snarl leaves Bowie and I like his possessiveness. But I can look after myself.
There is promise to Noah’s words and it stirs the beast within. The only way he can beat me is if I’m tied to my bed or sedated, thanks to the drugs he forces down my throat. I am ne
