ZESA RUSSO
I couldn’t make sense of anything after the make-out session in the car. And now, the man who I believe despised me with every fiber of his being wanted me to stay with him and actually sleep with him in the same room. On the same bed. He stepped out of the walk-in closet in a white t-shirt and grey pants. He stopped in front of the bed and simply stared at him. I wanted to know what was going through his head as he held me in his intense gaze.
He tore his eyes away, walked around the bed and laid right next to me. I inhaled his scent, delighted he’d stopped me from leaving and worried because I didn’t know what he was thinking. He could push me away in a second. Even after knowing he could pull away from me whenever he wanted, I was drawn in to this man. I wanted to be with h
