Then he stepped closer. Close enough to smell the rain on his skin, the heat under his hoodie. Close enough to remember how his hands used to feel on her waist, her neck, her thighs. "I shouldn't have let you leave, " he said. "You didn't stop me."
Then he stepped closer. Close enough to smell the rain on his skin, the heat under his hoodie. Close enough to remember how his hands used to feel on her waist, her neck, her thighs. "I shouldn't have let you leave, " he said. "You didn't stop me."