Hazel's rules were torture.
I had to leave the damn room while my mate got dressed because I was afraid I'd do something ridiculous like pin her to the wall and kiss her until she forgot every one of her reasons we shouldn't sleep together.
As far as I was concerned, we should've been jumping in wholeheartedly and learning to swim as we went.
But I respected her opinions and the future she wanted for us too much to break those damn rules of hers. So I stepped out instead of watching her get dressed. It wasn't like I hadn't seen enough while she was in the shower to be horny as hell.
We took my truck back to my place, country music playing on the radio while I drove. Hazel sat in the middle seat, but kept her hands to herself during the ride. It was quiet, and for the first time since w
