Ch 33
Quinton POV
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Even when my eyes are closed, all I can see is her.
The way she felt under my touch.
Her soft but struggled voice.
I feel different, nothing like myself.
My eyes are burning, but I'm unable to blink a sleep.
It's like I'll see her and hear her in the dark.
Temptation?
Desire?
I don't know what took over me.
And I'll be cursing if I say that should not happen again.
Because I already want her, even though I know what that means.
But I can't help because this time I want her, take her gentle and in a better place than a grass mud ground, without taking care of her.
She is different.
I'm not the person who buys girls dinner and take them to dinner before he sleeps with her.
I just fooled around, with girls like Fiona.
But Leslie is different, and I
