17. Sawyer

Don’t forget she lied. Don’t think why you sank a bottle of whisky. Because you’d given up. She’s no better than everyone else who hurt us.

That’s what I’ve told myself for two years. No better than my idiotic parents. My useless, abandoning aunt. My thieving so-called friends.

There are some battles you just can not win. Tipsy, slurring me was no match for those brown eyes.

/Something attacked us today/ Nash had growled lowly. /You need to watch out/

I despise having voices in my head. Nash only rears when a fight is on the horizon. His grumbling suspicion made me drink faster.

What did I expect to happen?

Sober me is now a panting heap on the floor of a dark corridor. Her immaculately soft body laid on top of me. Magnolia fills my head, and I simply can’t stop touching her. My hands have to be on her.

I promised her one night. I never thought she’d tempt me into spanking her perfect little ass whilst she took me to the brink of bellowing for all to hear.

But then s