Nox
Having Charli in my bed was supposed to eliminate the morning j******f session, not make it worse. Damn, it was all I could do to get in the shower and not lose it all over the bathroom floor, especially as our wet clothes from last night's shower greeted me, sprawled all over the floor.
Earlier this morning, I'd sent a text to Isaac to have him send me another pair of shoes. I'd planned for clothes, but who in the hell stepped into a shower with their shoes on? The answer would be me. Not that I'd ever done anything like that before. Then again, I'd never been so f*****g drunk with the combination of passion and rage that I didn't know if I was coming or going. Last night I was on the edge of control. Desire and wrath made a lethal concoction, and in the heat of the moment, I wasn'
