At the apartment, she wanted to talk, I didn't think about what this meant for us, I just knew I had little control over myself around her, it was almost as if I couldn't get enough of her. My lips were already on her neck, my hands unbuttoning her shirt, while she moaned. I love the way she was so responsive to me.

She then asked why I was cold to her at the bar, this made me stop. I couldn't bear the thought of opening up to Mabel about my past, not yet, not when I was still trying to process ...