DREW.
I thought having Kate would quell my desire for her. I thought wrong. I wanted her even more than I did before, if that was possible.
The memories of how I f****d her on the counter and how I had woken her up with my head between her thighs the next day was making me hard. And no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't keep the memories from coming. I was gone. So f*****g gone for this girl.
It had been on the tips of my lips to tell her that I loved her this morning. I had walked into my kitchen and found her in just my shirt, making breakfast for me. I just wanted to say it. Tell her how much I loved her. But I was scared. f*****g scared she didn't feel the same way. Her putting up with my baggage was one thing, but expecting her to love me as scarred and as f****d up as I was, saw
