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The Girl Is Mine
…Tyler POV…
Tortured bliss is what I feel every time she ran circles through my mind last night as I sought the comfort of my bed. Never has one woman consumed my dreams in total ecstasy. I could feel her delicate fingers running down my sculpted chest as she laid spread over my body. In nothing but red lace, she filled the empty space that is now only meant for her. Even though my hands had the desire, I left her untouched. I want to take my time with her; I want to feel her presence and let her linger until she begs. I want her to not only be with me; I want us to become as one. She shall be the one that will be undoing. She has become my now, my present; she is the driving force that will determine what I do next.
I have brought Jenna to a nice outdoor restaurant that plays live music on Sundays. She has just moved off into the crowd towards the dance floor. So I find myself scanning the floor from one blonde to the other. There is no sight of her, not even a glim
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