RHETT
I am not thinking about her.
That is the lie in repeat as I pace the length of my room, shirt still unbuttoned, hands restless at my sides . The night air presses in through the open window, cool and sharp but it does nothing to quiet the heat crawling under our skin.
I kissed her.
The truth lands heavier anytime I let it surface.
Her mouth was soft, not tentative , warm and yielding in a way that has no right to plague me like this . I have kissed women before, too many to count none of them linger the way she does.
Nola.
Her name alone tightens something in my chest.
I drag a hand through my hair and stop right in front of the mirror, barely recognising the man staring back. My eyes look darker than usual, my jaw clenched so hard it aches l. This is not control, it’s the a
