9: Ariana.

When there’s a knock at the door, I smile as I check the time. He’s early. I’m not surprised, but he told me he might end up being late tonight because of his son’s race. I know there’s no reason to carry on with this cat and mouse game when it comes to Gavin, but old habits die hard.

Taking my time, I walk slowly to the front door, making the man wait for absolutely no reason. For someone who has spent the last decade leading men on, I should be better at this whole dating thing, but before now my feelings weren’t involved. It’s normally only a job, and there’s no real investment in it. With Gavin, I’m all in, and it’s scaring the crap out of me. I barely turn the door handle and Gavin is already opening the door on his own and pushing his way into my home.

“I need a key,” he says before he’s on me and his mouth claims mine. I moan as he lifts me off my feet and he pins me to the nearest wall. “Fuck, I missed you,” he says between kisses. “Need inside of you.” His words are broken, b