Kendrick
The room was bathed in a soft, silvery glow from the moonlight streaming through the curtains. The faint rustle of leaves outside and the distant hoot of an owl were the only sounds accompanying my steps as I entered the bedroom.
The door creaked softly as I pushed it open, careful not to wake her.
There she was, lying peacefully on the bed, her chest rising and falling in a slow, steady rhythm. Kimberly.
The woman who had somehow managed to unravel me in ways I never thought possible.
I had walked away earlier, driven by the need to regain control of myself. Being near her had become… intoxicating.
Every glance, every accidental touch ignited a hunger in me that was difficult to contain. It was maddening and exhilarating all at once, and I hated how powerless it made me
