“Something intense. A simple brush of our arms, and exhilaration rushed through me. The thing is, when touching women, I haven’t felt anything since the accident. No connection. Nothing. I fuck to forget, not because I want those women. And I’m pretty sure India felt our connection, too. I saw the way her cheeks flushed and how she curled her hand around her arm where we’d touched. I affect her. I wasn’t sure if I did, but now, I’m pretty damn sure that I do. I like her. But I don’t want to fuck... this up because I really think she can help me. After last night, I need her help more than I realized. It’s almost six p.m., and I’m on my way back to India’s office. India. I love the sound of her name each time I say it. And I love how her voice sounds when saying my name. I wonder how it will sound as it screams from her lips while I’m fucking her. I can’t fuck her. Balancing the coffees I just picked up from Starbucks with the takeout sandwiches, I push through the door into her reception area.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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