Bianca

We lay, exhausted, our limbs tangled with each other, bodies damp and panting. I sighed as O’Grady rolled away and I felt him rise and go to eh bathroom. Turning my head, I watched him, that muscular physique which made me long to hold him in my arms again, to confess how I felt about him. Tattoos, stretching all over his chest and snaking up his arms, only making him look more dangerous and I bit my lip.

I loved this man, my core throbbing in memory as I thought of how ...