My truck was screaming the harder I hit the gas. I had to get out of there. If I stayed, God knew what else I was going to do. Just remembering the feeling of her lips pressed to mine, her hair wrapped in my fingers, her delicate hands on my neck, the little noises she made as I explored her mouth. I reached down and adjusted myself in my jeans because the more I thought about the little pixie the more I wanted to do to her.
I knew I was a coward for running away but when I kissed her everything felt right. Everything felt like it was supposed to but then I remembered nothing is the way it's supposed to be. Nothing is the way it was intended to be. That triggered the self doubt, the blame, because after all it is my fault. I am a black stain on this world and all I would do is dim Jo’s l
