ALEX'S POV
I sat at the edge of the bar, deep in thought. My head throbbed, but not from the alcohol. Seven empty bottles sat on the table in front of me. I kept drinking to drown out the image seared into my mind. Allison.
I couldn't believe I had almost f****d her. I remembered everything - the way I touched her, the way she reacted to me being close, how hard my d**k was. The way her body responded to me was enough to make me lose control. The way her breath hitched when I’d gotten too close. The memory played over and over in my mind.
Being with her... it felt right. I couldn't explain it but it did.
I slammed the empty bottle on the table and cursed under my breath. “Damn it.
” My voice was rough, grasping. I had drank too much.
Wendy had never made me feel like this—not even
