Christian.
I was doing everything I could to hold myself back from touching her, holding her… kissing her. Seeing her in that wedding dress stirred something deep and primal in me, something possessive and consuming. I wanted her all to myself. The thought made me feel selfish, even stingy, but I couldn’t shake it.
Trying to clear my head, I went to make some coffee. Just as I lifted the mug, my phone buzzed with a notification. I reached over, but in my distracted state, the phone slipped from my grip and plunged right into the steaming coffee.
“Damn it!” I cursed, fishing it out, hoping it might still work. But despite its waterproof rating, it clearly wasn’t hot-coffee-proof. Defeated, I decided I’d deal with getting a new phone in the morning.
The next day was chaos. I overslept,
