Salvatore's p.o.v

The ride back home was quiet,I made sure of that. Yesterday was ethereal. The feeling of her soft body beneath mine,her moans of approval and her gentle edge as I worked her pussy was memorable for me.

We were both drunk but somehow, her facial expression as she orgasm was drawn into my memory for life.

My heart skipped gleefully at the memory,she had managed to come into my life and take away my mind from the trauma I had been forced to constantly think about. Maybe ...