Juliette
I stand at the window and stare at the old couple, walking their big dog.
"Just saw the old couple." I frown. "It made me think of someone I don't want to think about."
"Roman?"
I nod and walk back to the couch. I knock my head on the pillow and stare at the ceiling.
"Please tell me how to get that man off my fùcking head." I groan. "He keeps haunting my head. It's absolute torture."
"Maybe you can start by not sleeping with him every time you see him."
"Can't do that." I chuckle. "Every time I see that man all I can think about is ripping off his clothes and digging him inside me. It's crazy. I've never felt that way about any other man before. It's insane. It's intense. It's intimate. It's so fùcking intimate."
I turn to look at her and she's writing something in her not
