MICHAEL
I should back off now, most people would.
After all, a brief yet unforgettable encounter with Betty Graham; my college’s untouchable crush should have been enough.
I’d been dreaming of the day she would finally stop trading words with me, the day she would speak to me calmly without throwing insults my way. God, I knew I loved it when she had that fire in her grey-colored eyes; they burned like hidden passion. It was hot when she snapped or got fiesty, but more than anything, I craved her peace. I only wanted to see her safe.
I lay on my back, staring at the ceiling like I could see them. Instead, my mind replayed that short conversation we had and the fleeting moments of physical contact. I still can’t get over how soft the texture of her hair was.
But damn, I wanted more!
