*Zander*
I threw another punch and my fist pierced the hard material of the punching bag again.
“Shit." I groaned. “Another one."
I took the bag down and dragged it to the edge of the gymnasium where four other bags with a hole in them laid.
I had been in the gym for over an hour now and my body was dripping with sweat. I needed to clear my head and I had thought a run would clear my mind of her but it hadn't. So, here I was. Thinking about those eyes and her laugh. It was almost haunting.
I smelt her sweet scent all around the mansion. Lilies.
Every time she would leave my room in the morning, the scent lingered until the afternoon heat evaporated it away.
It was distracting and intoxicating. I wanted more of it and I knew that was bad.
She was not the woman that I should want
