Erick's POV
My mind is clouded, her gaze locked onto mine signals her desire, but something deep inside holds me back. I don’t know what I’m doing, exposed and driven by the alcohol and the effect she has on me. She’s drunk; I can tell by the way she clings to me and her drooping eyes. I struggle, trying to stop myself. I try, but I feel like I’m losing my mind in this internal battle. I’ve lost reason. My desire to let go, to release what I feel, is consuming me. It’s her; she makes me feel this way. It irritates and unsettles me to feel like this. I don’t want to cross the line, don’t want to ruin what we’ve built just for pleasure.
She’s beautiful, I admire her. How can she not want s*x? Thousands of men would kill to f**k her. No, not that. I don’t even know what to think anymore. I
