It's hard to justify your actions when you have a mountain of a man standing in front of you with a face one could only describe as a tomato. Yes, I pepper sprayed Demetrius in the face, but it was an accident, he was getting too close and I had no idea how to react or what to do, I simply acted on impulse.
Guilt was the only thing, keeping me in this awkward position, my body caged in between his legs as I attempted to cleanse the burn of the spray.
I watched as his eyes shut to allow me further drench the red skin with cold water. The sigh that left his lips, left me trembling, a feeling I knew all too well and inevitably I found myself staring at his aging face. Since the last time we've seen, a lot has changed about Demetrius, and as much as I hated to admit, his charming suave and G
