THE RESOLVE TO STAY away from Zoey only lasts a week. Because I have no self-control, and I want more than the memories of her. I want to feel her p***y around my c**k again, to hear her moaning beneath me, to feel her nails digging into my back. I want her screaming my name after surrendering all to me.
I need her. I can’t f*****g get her out of my head. So then I finally ignore the warning in my head and send her a text.
As soon as I hit send, I hate myself.
I miss you.
Call me, she instantly replies, and I suspect she’s been close to the phone, waiting for me to contact her. Another sign this is a terrible idea. I should have stayed away.
I stare at my phone. I could ghost her. Right here and now. I could take Asher’s money, find another excuse for Christmas, maybe hit up my ex-gir
