Denver.
I watched her retreating figure in my side mirror as I drove away from her house.
I could tell she was a little sad, surprised even, at how suddenly I told her I was leaving. But the truth was, if I’d stayed a minute longer, I wouldn’t have been able to control myself.
It took everything in me not to take her the moment we stepped into her house. Honestly, I never knew I had that kind of restraint until then.
She was driving me crazy with every second I spent near her. I was becoming addicted. I’ve never craved a woman the way I crave her.
It’s wild how I forget everything about myself when I’m with her. I've become obsessed with seeing her happy.
I tried to shift my mind to something else—to not think about her.
But I couldn’t.
All I could think about was the way her eyes
