Friday
Aislen was breathing heavy, her chest tight and her heart racing. Heath was unpredictable. She never knew what would happen when he was around. Would he ridicule her in front of others? Would he produce a strange s*x toy? Would he drag her out and rape her on the grass?
Had it even been rape? He said not…
“I can see Rhett in this,” he said, sitting down behind her, so that he framed her body with his. His breath caressed her cheek as he looked over her shoulder.
He scooped her hair back to clear his view and paused, making a small laughing sound. “Your hair is as wild and wicked as you are,” he murmured, pulling a curl straight before releasing. “More so after swimming today. What will you do next?” He asked, turning his attention back to the painting.
“Do?” She was aching,
