Dorgan
I walk away fast, trying to get some distance from the situation and the strange pull whenever I think of her. My hands are clenched, my jaw tight. Why the hell am I so affected by her? The sight of her, disheveled from sleep, her hair a tangled mess, and—those legs. Goodness, those legs. When she bent over the bed with her back to me as I opened the door, my knees almost buckled. It was like a punch to the chest—beautiful, chaotic, raw. She's like a goddess who somehow got stranded here on Earth to torture me. The way she moved, the curve of her back, and the arch of her neck when she stretched… I swear, everything about her drives me wild.
And then, when I can't handle it anymore, she goes and does the one thing that makes me lose my entire mind. She flushes. Flushes. As if I ha
