Denver.
I got to the private room where Cherry was waiting for me and found her standing in the doorway with a confidence that made it feel like the room was hers.
Arms crossed, lips pressed together in a firm line like she was about to make a point.
I took a long drag from my cigarette, letting the smoke linger in my lungs before exhaling slowly, watching it curl up toward the ceiling.
She had that look in her eyes again—the one that always spelled trouble, or was it validation she was seeking?
Cherry was one of my many acquaintances who has refused to remain an acquaintance. Even though we had both decided that s*x between us was strictly for fun, she still believed that one day I'd wake up and suddenly I would want more than skin and sweat from her.
I didn’t do more. Not with a
