19: Daniel.

I'm a wreck.

Physically. Mentally.

The fact that I've upset Talia has ripped my insides to shreds. I didn't realize my repentance was affecting her like this. I made her feel like a bad thing. A mistake. When in reality, she is and will always be the greatest joy of my life. My heart, my soul, the object of my never-ending hunger. All for her. Only for her.

She is my obsession, and that fact has never been more obvious than it is right now when she swings back and forth beneath the moon, face down, her skirt blowing up every time she moves in that backward arc. Toward me. My dick is sweating in my briefs, throbbing and swelling against my belly. She's singing to herself quietly, as if she doesn't have a care in the world.

But she knows exactly what she's doing.

Flexing her power over me.

She holds all of it in her perfect hand, doesn't she?

Christ, yes.

From my throat down to my belly, I'm twisted up in knots, hating the fact that I've hurt my angel. Loathing myself for it. But beneat