Alpha Andersson
When the men pulled me away from Ronnie and led me to the bar I felt cold and empty. I’d quickly grown addicted to her touch, making it difficult to be anywhere except right next to her. The small, sweet pout she gave me told me that she felt the same way. I have been waiting for her for nearly five years and now that I had her, I was never going to let her go.
I could see her from my spot at the bar, as soon as they pulled me away, her friends were at her side. I watched her laugh at something they said, her face so full of joy. As if she could feel my eyes on her she looked over to where I was seated and gave me a sweet smile, I returned her smile and sent her a wink. I saw a slight blush spread across her cheeks before she was pulled back into the conversation with the
