With disheveled s*x hair and his bare back covered in all sorts of scars from bullet and knife wounds, Cristian lay next to me, sleeping. Moonlight flooded in through the sheer white curtains of the penthouse, making his olive skin glow. And while I wanted to tear my gaze away from him, I couldn’t.
After we’d had s*x for the first time alone, it had taken everything to convince myself that I didn’t like it and could live without the man. I had been staring up at the ceiling for hours now, trying so desperately to leave.
everythingIt was my chance to run and escape Cristian for good. We were in Boston, a city that he wasn’t as familiar with compared to New York. If I ran out of this hotel room, down the street, and slipped into a stall in a women’s restroom in one of the many Boston bars,
