Demir
I have a problem. I realize it even before I open my eyes, woken by the strong scent of coffee coming from the kitchen corner. First, I overslept. I never do this, especially when I am on the job. But that’s how putty I am after everything that happened last night. After the mind-blowing s*ex and the soft moments after. We f*ucked once more before I collapsed on top of Geneva, mindless, spent, at peace for the first time in so long I had forgotten what it felt like. A part of me wonders if I have ever felt such bliss.
I’d thought I would get over it once I have her, once that desire is out of my system. Turns out I was wrong. The more I taste this woman, the more I want her. She’s like a drug, a danger for everything I am, and I am not sure I want to guard myself. For the first tim
