SEVENTY

EIGHT

ALEJANDRO

The muscles in my shoulders bunched as I paced trying to get my jumbled thoughts in order. Sleep, it would seem have eluded me and I did not want to admit that I was having the most illicit thoughts about Audrey.

Her sigh

It was fucking with me in ways that I found really disturbing.

I was never one to have thoughts about women and merely got laid whenever I wanted to, not allowing them touch me anymore than necessary.

So then why was I prancing the deck like a strung up teenager in need of his first fuck; my body alive with nerve endings.

“Fucking hell” I groaned, stopping to stare sightlessly into the open sea.

There had been absolutely no need for me to call but I did anyways; I had talked her page on social media and gotten her number because I wanted to hear her voice again.

No, we want her to feel loved; remember? The voice in my head said.

“Yes” I muttered.

I had to get a fucking grip before I unraveled the plan before it even began. It had been quite a while si